So, pray for me lover, and I promise I will haunt you. For I am eloquently full of anguished truth. And though honesty is not the color of your eyes. I will still drown in them, carrying your heavy sighs. For I am a blasphemous girl and full of rage. Splitting my tongue in a religious twain. For the sins and sorrows of a love turned to disdain... But I will not drink the blood of a man. I will not drive more pain, into my broken hands. Just let me slip away from my skin. I will be the creep; you forget in the end... So, pray for me lover, and I will disappear with grace. While the lines of monsters, stretch across your face... -HMG