I slept beside the devil
her wax flesh melted into mine
the air was rust, long dried blood,
the air was fine red wine,
she was a god in her own right
a transgression divine.
desperation, our preservation,
etched into my skin
prayer marks, satanic symbols,
......
I slept beside the devil
her wax flesh melted into mine
the air was rust, long dried blood,
the air was fine red wine,
she was a god in her own right
a transgression divine.
desperation, our preservation,
etched into my skin
prayer marks, satanic symbols,
......