Red Lips

I have heard your heart is a rotten piece of
flesh,
unfinished meal of the cold cook,
thrown for the dogs to chew, but i have come to
love you, i have come to love a curse.

Bite me, turn me, tear my heart,
rib by rib you build a coffin off my chest,
and you come to lay in me every night,
it hurts, but i love...

They say your heart comes from cold bloody
ground,
refuge of the deaths liar,
your love is like a plague i can not cope of
fight,
i surrender to your freezing lips,
let me warm them with my blood.

The story of lips who ate their heart,
died in red i died in your arms,
i would rise just to die again for one more taste
of your love, burry me under the old oak,
no more shall we be alone.

The red lips,
the bitten doors to heaven,
the dead flesh stink,
the scent of black paradise,
your glass eyes,
the halway of night,
the clay stuck in your throat,
our reminder we belong into the ground.