VICE

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.