Love Songs of Rusted Barbs

The trees, they whisper cruel secrets
Of arcane rites of The Mistress Damned.
Tales of blood-thirsty romance
In celestial palaces and the pits of man.

My bewitching mistress,
My wet twitching lover,
Cross with me over the river
Beneath the stars above.
You must sustain me
In the audience of Gods.
Reflections in the looking glass
Sees me as a fucking Pod.

I'm just a piece of meat
To be fucked, eaten, used.
Like a horny little robot
Left still bleeding and bruised.
I am just a slave
The mocking laughter of Lords.
I listen to her sweet love songs
Of rusted barbs and dull swords.

Her crimson tipped tongue
Rolls across the stump.
To excite me
And seek out the pulse.
Her pointed canines
Gently teases flesh.
To excite me
Painful pleasures
Are my only wish.

My gasping breath excites
Stiffened tips to new heights.
Across the plains, men fear to tread
To see unholy sights.
Witness godly orgies
There upon Heaven's stairs
Devils and gods lay bare.
But this is not for mortal ears.
To listen to her sweet love songs
Of rusted barbs and dead years.