Is love like a blood bath?
Are those three words designed to rip your flesh?
For all know which knives are the sharpest.
Like you would believe I loved you
If my criminal tongue whispered my sins
And burned you down to ashes.
Would you take my hand
If I offered you a suicidal kiss?
Soon there will be deep cuts along your wrist.
My arms, like snakes, around you twist,
And your breath fades in a red mist.
In the military of the dead you enlist.
