A Spider's Web

Why is it still
Your scent on my skin
My fear makes me weak
And this scent makes me sick

You are a spider that weaves
A fearful web around me
Caught in your loathsome embrace
Your deadly bite I face

about desire

I shall enjoy the excitement that your heat inflicts to my body
I will embrace the absent yet always haunting possibilities
And be destroyed while I make you suffer from desire
Till you and I are only ashes of our unfulfilled union

the musician

He wrote songs that didn’t last
The stories of their sad - sad past

He played music with her heart rate
And caused her real deep pain

One day she took off mad
Never wanted to come back

The tears were real, the pain was great
But then again it was too late

Now...

She plays music with his heart rate
Songs full of sick love and true hate

Sweet Goodnight

He never says goodnight

Nor asks if I’m all right

He always mumbles

And gives me troubles



I say we lack imagination

He says that’s mind’s creation

My mind can’t be eased

And my body can’t be pleased

My trip to death

My trip to death
Will it be full of joy
Or full of misery
Is it my choice?

Will I be the hero
Or the walk-on
Will the curtains fall
With me alone?

The recipe of sin

She is afraid to add the spices
Cause she might lose it all
She doesn’t want to fight back
Cause her nature yearns for more

Pain addicts

His power over you is now

His greatest weakness

Your body is a loving snake

Around his neck



Don’t forgive just pretend

Don’t regret just forget

What you got is what you give

What you give will make you queen



Don’t ask more than what you get

Don’t pray, or you will be his prey

Desire is born through pain

Go away when there is nothing there

For you to gain



Give everything

and you will receive nothing

Give nothing

and the world will bow before you