I sink my teeth into your flesh
Your blood stains my mouth with ecstasy
The texture is soft and fresh
My tongue pushing into the wound of your agony
The very sight of you feels like death to me
And as your knife penetrates into my heart
The raw taste of your insides defies my apathy
The way you kill me is a brand new form of art
I knew from the very beginning
Our love would be my demise
This has nothing to do with sinning
None of us needs to apologize
Your nails thrust into my bones
Your guts look divine as they lay with the pomegranates
I feel you cold like a bag of stones
As I die, giving one last bite to the insides of your carnivorous grapes.
