Remove the veil from her face to reveal an ugly truth
Expose the horrid creature that lurks beneath
For her divinity breeds contempt
Feeding on my adornment a glutton for the taste of agony
Bathing in her own sin and blasphemy
A small price to pay for a simple caress
Cloaked in robes of false pretenses
A witch writhes beneath the hood
Casting spells of wicked promise
Staring into the eyes of damnation
So tarnish this heart I wear on my sleeve
For it seems to please you
My sweet anathema
Just like smoke and mirrors
My hands can't grasp an illusion
A fiendish figment of my imagination
Is all she ever wanted to be
Slithering between my fingers
So fragile in her presence
Even the most tender of touches
I'll destroy the senses
Her radiance has been drained to a cold pale essence
And replaced with a darkening resplendence
Addicted to her aura
A sickening dependence
Constricting my chest
I struggle to breathe
Stagnant is the passion that once was
In the wake of the destruction she weaves
Cold hands creeping up and down my spine
Molested by her touch
A feeling that once was welcomed
Enchanted by this lustful facade
Scarlet eyes now shine from her sunken pale face
The taste of blood has found its home upon her soft cursed lips
Endlessly feasting
Yet her thirst is far from quenched
Not a drop left
So tarnish this heart I wear on my sleeve
For it seems to please you
My sweet anathema
So tarnish this heart I wear on my sleeve
For it seems to please you
My sweet anathema