My Dear Twisted Prince of Darkness
I can feel Death's slow cold breath on my neck,
While in your enchanting embrace, in empty darkness.
I can hear the whispering voices and morbid music of dreams,
While in the midst of our undying love, in a sadist's kiss.
I don't fear the night for I am not alone.
I am one with darkness and it's twisted prince.
I'll be your nightly queen of barbed pain and black despair,
To heed your pleas and weave your dreams in my spider-black hair.
I'll walk beneath Winter constellations, sided by my beloved,
And close my eyes to kiss your lips of darkened royalty.
I'll lay embraced in the plaguing love that you've induced in me,
And stare into ice-blue, cold eyes, if my own star-struck eyes can see.
I'll never be untrue to my dark prince of shadow's descent.
I'll never deny you that which you plea.
I'll always kneel at the feet of my twisted prince of darkness,
And await permission to kiss the cold hand of thee.
