To the Wolf with Velvet Gloves

As his hand wraps around my throat,
I tilt my head back and offer myself to him -
The wolf with velvet gloves

His blue eyes pierce through me
Suspending my soul between perception and reality
All I have left to sacrifice is my heart

He continues to take and I continue to give
Laid upon the altar, naked and alone
The summer sun sparkles on my pale skin

The vultures circle above my head
Like a black halo crowning my darkest secrets
A feast awaits the paragon of patience

My long blonde hair flows freely
As does my blood upon the warm stone
I am most beautiful when I am dying

My heart seasoned with venomous virtues
A thousand times I would offer again-
To the wolf with velvet gloves