“I give you pleasures deep, I give you bliss
Sensuality to prove that I own you
and thus drink you my blood, and lick and kiss
my filth, my nethermost enigmas rue.
into small pieces you've become of glass
pain that gives me delight, i become high
or smother you I would, your worthless mass
and laugh unkindly as I slice your thighs.
There is no flight, this is what my love means,
It will rust, bleed you, till you die of sin
in lustful pleadings to your lustful queen
your tears, blood, and flesh splattered on your skin.”