Bella Mort'e

I can feel her breathe, ever so softly,
Like a dead child her touch is so tragic,
She whispers thoughts of suicide pain,
She tells my to cut my wrists just to watch it rain,

She whispers,

Come to me,
Come to me my darling,
Let me wrap you up in soft plastic,
Come to me,
Come to me my sweet darling,
Oh our love could be, oh so tragic,

I can see her crawling down my wall,
Like an Angel with scabbed wings covered in mold,
I can see her twitching down my hall,
She tells me the Devil is where her soul is sold,

She whispers,

Come to me,
Come to me my darling,
Let me feel what your all about,
Come to me,
Come to me my sweet darling,
Let me pull your spine straight out your mouth,

I can feel her sliding in my bed,
Like a dead whore so soft and cold,
I can feel her now dripping into my head,
Filling my mind with mold,

She whispers,

Come to me,
Come to my my darling,
Come and hold me so tight,
Come to me,
Come to me my sweet darling,
I will devour your soul tonight,

I can hear her now, starting so whimper and beg,
Like a dope fiend doing anything for her fix
I want you to join me now, is what she said,
So here I sit alone in the dark, with this blade to my wrist,

She whispered,

Come to me,
Come to me my darling,
on her knees she starts to beg,
Come to me my sweet darling,
But the flies will lay their eggs,

I can feel her now, coming to take me,
To that deep dark prison of mine,
I can feel her now, coming to break me,
Crawling into my mind,
I can feel her now, oh how I love how she Begs,
I never wanted it to ever spoil,
But the flies will lay their eggs,

I can feel her now, kisses so divine,
I can feel her now, if when we're real,

           I Would Make Her Mine