Show me the light sweet lover of this eternal darkness. Show me the night times cruel games and contests of brazen decadence, told ten thousands times in the dreams our of hearts shared, combined for all eternity.
Let my heart be yours, and yours all my own. Forever, fornever. Let this be our secret lust, love, laughter in the sweet, cruel and cold air of a night never-ending.
Tell me hot stories of flesh, of bone, of souls born aloud from between my quivering chest. Wrench my ribs from my contested lungs, rip my jaw from my temple, leaving my ever poignant cheek bones laid bare for the world to touch, taste, thieve and devour.
Be mine, boy trouble. You shall never know a love as cruel as this with another.
I shall play this bastard game, this cruel contest of truth, honour, valiance and conception. I shall play this game, but then again, sweet lover of my eternal sunshine, no spotless mind shall be devoured tonight. Never devoured until you have won my heart and squeezed, crushed, contorted and engraved my aching vessel of love and lust. Hurt me sweet love, for pain is now and forever shall be all that is real in this aching pretense at reality and crisp air in the harsh morning sunlight.
Let my heart be yours, and yours all my own. Forever, fornever. Let this be our secret lust, love, laughter in the sweet, cruel and cold air of a night never-ending.
Tell me hot stories of flesh, of bone, of souls born aloud from between my quivering chest. Wrench my ribs from my contested lungs, rip my jaw from my temple, leaving my ever poignant cheek bones laid bare for the world to touch, taste, thieve and devour.
Be mine, boy trouble. You shall never know a love as cruel as this with another.
I shall play this bastard game, this cruel contest of truth, honour, valiance and conception. I shall play this game, but then again, sweet lover of my eternal sunshine, no spotless mind shall be devoured tonight. Never devoured until you have won my heart and squeezed, crushed, contorted and engraved my aching vessel of love and lust. Hurt me sweet love, for pain is now and forever shall be all that is real in this aching pretense at reality and crisp air in the harsh morning sunlight.
