Eyes bleeding naked from a kiss,
this sting of pain your wrath! restrains, the hummingbird sings.
When you pealed the flesh from my wounds,
deciding my doom! the delicate bouquet you’ve placed on my tome.
In your chests beats the heart of a beast
claws and fangs built for the feast, before cries that matters the lease.
Your sticky sweet taste you tempest
the need for your wickedness, who could prevent this, still I resent this.
Now I have been branded like food
wolves howling in the woods understood, I’m prey when you’re in the mood
Seedy godless and rotten but never forgotten
laying siege to my soul in this place, a passion goddess in a state of grace.