This will not do, this will not do
macabre-
black rouge

This place-
I have lived in since-
I was ten

Torn and feasting on the sin
akin to the flame
with witch to blame

My eyes never have seen
My soul never hath been
A wonder such as was yours

Inside of you
Venus resides
Watching, peppered stars go by

Without scar and without fault-
you aren't but could
My dreams exault

You lifted on a pedestal
Your name it stands above the rest
Your flame cause fancy to my chest

A wretch as low, may Loki sigh
As never wandered under
As did I

Beneath the calm
Behind the glam
Hides one; Whose unexaulted lamb?

Has found it's way
Now back to you
Hither scorn, T'was love, t'was born-

When retchedness adorned
Devine eyes
Captivate my soul

Filling this festering
Emptying hole
Of my soul, perhaps

By the meagor assocition
I hoped
To be bigger, I hope to be better

Could such a thing
be not probable
be not possible?

Perhaps I shall delude myself
Watch for my one waiting chance
and ensnare you...

What beauty we shall have;
Repugnace scorns
I am not worthy

But perhaps my spirit,
Shall reach yoru voice
It won't take long

I am lost however
at the prelude-
You, who have seen such a face;

distorted, deformed
It can hardly be considered human
Now you cant ever be free

Yet it pains me to hold you
and lock you prisoner; your cell
In your voice, I can tell, your word have wise

She loves as I love
It is I know,. as so
She shall return as I ask her so

And she does and she does
Still it pains her soul...
I do not know why or

How; Must it be?
I can not hold her
She must be set free

You, only you alone
Saw what spirt did atone
For such hidious, vicious

Scars which leave a mark
Which are made my trademark
It is stark, it is dark

I cry alone
I die atoned