Oddly it was inspired by Dani Filth.... Yeah I said it Dani Filth. I listen to crazy people scream in a mic about scary shit and ladies slitting their wrists with violin strings... That was actually kind of amusing.

It was in a bed of roses under red sunset skies,
she held her hand out,
wind in her hair with a smile like sin and eyes made from the sparks of hell,
beauty beyond comparison and darkness retching from her pores.
She was pain incarnate,
the plague of broken glass,
and the ice made from glacier waters deep in the depths of the sea.
She’s the reason for the ribbons of red,
the reason for the spring of waterfalls,
she’s the morphine from reality,
the illusion of happiness that was thought of a pure heart.
Now here in the dark,
all that was left was a limbless corpse in her wake,
gore spilled from her lips like a sweet desert of ravaged organs.
Beneath her was that of the body she consumed the heart from,
empty and docile,
ready to be used by whatever means by the deception of disease that had taken it.
“You are mine... Even if I wish to throw you away you are always mine.”
She spoke softly,
like parted angel’s lips,
there was the smell of death,
then the smell of roses that overtook that place,
it was just another playmate,
something to dispose of,
it was a paralyzed thing waiting to bid its master that it no longer wanted,
Such a pitiful end for such a pretty thing,
and all dreams dead like rotting flesh,
all hope torn like the heart in that woman’s hands,
Still the corpse’s eyes opened for the voice of its master’s command,
What came from those blue lips was beyond expectation,
“Love me? Want me? Please need me?”
There was no answer from that darkness that stood above it,
instead fingers through spit ends would do,
the corpse would accept it,
feed off of it,
and take that as a sign of love from the monster that was its master.