I'll be your lover;

blood soaked and crying.

I'll scrape my nails down your chest; until I split open your spine...

Love is divine;

says anyone who knows.

Your open heart of hearts,

is just a trembling ghost...

It's sprawls out on the walls,

of an otherwise empty mind.

As only one true can be seen,

when you close your eyes…

But I'm just a creep,

infatuated with the dark.

All my bitter,

in a scattered deviance,

of my different parts…

-HMG