To the man that never gave up without a smile
He laughed and joked then left again for awhile
I awaited his unknowing smile at the door
That cackling laughter ringing again once more
To the man forced to smile and fake on the joy
Found pleasure in killing, people whom which he toys
I find my pleasure in the dark of his eyes
I find my pain in the sound of his goodbyes
The scream how they echo through my dreams at night
He's leaving his mark, he's leaving his bite
I can still feel the leather and the paint left it's trace
The soft feel on my hands and the white on my face
The red on my lips and your jacket lies there
Back in the front room, hanging limply on the chair
The smell in the air, oh my favourite scent
Blood, lust, and pain, love long ago spent
I love you, a fact, for the lives that are dead
Whilst I lay peaceful, half asleep in my bed
A knock on the door, it slowly creaked
My peaceful state was just about to leak
You entered the room, thinking I was in sleep
Silently laughing, oh my sweet little creep
Snuggled up close and a dieu
Kissed my cheek, whispered I Love You
