She used to call me baby
Painted in blood stains from my heart
She has a heart filled with Vernon
But she remains the lady I want to die in her arms
My friends told me that she will kill me
But when she hurts me,
It reminds me of the sweet memories I had with her.
My friends told me that she is a danger to hold on to
But when I have her in my arms, she hurts me and I love it.
Her love is as sweet as poison
It is deviance that blesses my soul with peace
Her love is as beautiful as our dirty wedding dress
Pure, holy, immaculate and pleasant to the eyes.
I can see my world ebbing away
But she’s the hope of light I can hold on to.
My soul is leaving me to the next realm
But bite me with all your strawberry scented poison.
She used to put me on an exquisite bed of broken bottles
Like I was a broken chair which only belonged to the rubbish
dump.
When she treats me so, I could have died right there
For she was drinking all the blood in my veins
She raised me high, she dissects my chest looking for my
heart
She looks at me and tells me that
She killing is not even enough.
Her love is as pure as an infatuation
It is what kills me and makes me alive
Her love is as strong as an oil’s love for water
Compatible, inseparable and truth that shames all evil
It makes me deaf but every night I hear sirens and music
Played from the discordant chords played by my dear love.
We can always go back to Heaven
Where our names is not in the book of life
Loving you was as difficult as lifting my body from her bed
of broken glasses
We can always go back to Communist China
Where they know we are capitalist spies
My pleasure lies in your maltreatment of my soul
Let’s go and bless this union
I always cry like my tears are your favorite delicacy
Which makes you satisfied.
