Corpse Of Red Desire

Chills run up, and down my spine, though I can no longer breathe

The tainted blood upon the knife, it has left its mark upon my face

Strangled by the curse of the devil, in the shadows of despair

I fought for love, and thought I won, though misery, followed me

Nothing but a corpse, rotting away, filled with shame, I still desire

The touch of a man, the thrust of suspense, the romance, the tease

Ashes of dust, lay with me, though I will bed in red, a velvet legacy

Shed upon my naked soul, I beg to be loved, just once, just once

My heart bleeds a corpse of red desire, never, never again to be touched

In death, we become one