I invoke him
And he comes to me in my dreams dressed in black
He speak in a language only I can understand
His hands are warm, his breath is hot
He is the horrible pain within my heart
My religion, my sanctuary, my church, my sacrifice,
My profession my exorcism
My worship in progress
I have no other lover
Now until forever
He is magic and when he kisses me I can taste him on my lips like an elixir
Far from innocent he is pure evil, a sinners prayer
A saint's desire
For him I would walk through fire for him
I have walked through fire
To draw him I want so bad
One gift I'll never have
He drives a stake into my soul makes me bleed,
Makes me whole, drinks me, devours me, intoxicates me
With his love
Hate devotion faith as beautiful as Jesus Christ
He is as brutal as the depths of hell
In my dreams I press my mouth agains his and I feel
Heaven horror terror
He looks at me with that look I call his serial killer look
Like he wants to fuck me and kill me all at the same time
It scares me
It turns me on, his eyes are brown his stare is intense
Meaningful, powerful, maybe that's why he is so fucking scary
Because he means it
Sometimes he tells me he loves me as he looks at me with that look
Sometimes he doesn't have to
I've never felt a man look at me with that look,
It's almost freaky uncomfortable sexy
I guess I know he could never really chop off my hands, or could he?