Whispers of Vanity

Drunk on tears of steaming blood
Sunken deep under the mask of love
Carried by the winds of lust
Secretly whispered in a voice so soft

A wish of night, a wish into the night
has left my lips shivering with delight
and asked the moon and her stars
to let me dwell in your arms

With a dream of a kiss worth dying for
Stuck in a shitty place I abhor
Flesh reeking poignantly from
Filthy fuckery frozen in fumes of home

Hush, little baby, don't you cry
The world around you is a lie

And I dream of poison carved in souls
Soaked with dripping crimson thorns
Tangled in some winding spheres
Of never-ending numb nothingness there's

A wish of night, a wish into the night
Which flies away on wings of light
Begging for the sun to never rise
Eagerly awaiting for deathly demise

Hush, little baby, don't you cry
One day you'll fly freely in the sky

Blades of pestilence and pain
Embellished with haughty disdain
Cut through frail crystal tears
Deepen every scar feeding on fears

Away from the cryptic claws of truth
Relishing the pulp of sordid fruit
Bathing in the ocean of vanity
My reaper whispers with serenity

Hush, little baby, don't you cry
Think of the day you'll be mine

A wish of night, a wish into the night
has left my lips shaking with delight
and asked the moon and her stars
to let me be consumed in your arms