Velvet blade

She said love me ‘til I die…

So I did.

Now we both sleep in sin.

Creepin’ through your dreams like—click, click…

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Blood moon risin’, velvet blade in my coat,

Heart black iced, but her kiss made me choke.

She danced on graves in her Sunday dress,

Whispered “kill for me” with a cigarette breath.

Green eyes poison, blonde hair bleach,

She was heaven in a coffin I could never reach.

Got a text: “Meet me where the lilies decay,”

Now the shovel in my trunk got somethin’ to say.

Love turned murder, passion gone rot,

She said, “If I can’t have you, then he gets shot.”

No lies, no fear, just blood and bone,

We made out to screams on a speakerphone.

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I carved your name in the back of my mind,

You stitched my soul with a butcher’s twine.

If love is death, then we did it right,

Buried our hearts in the pale moonlight.

Ooh, baby, don’t cry when the sirens sing,

You were always my favorite violent thing.

Now the angels scream when they say your name…

But down here, we play a different game.

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She kissed my scars, said “cut it deeper,”

Called me her doll, her pretty grim reaper.

We danced through hell in a heartbeat flat,

She wore his blood like a Gucci hat.

No regrets, no second tries,

Only silence when a good man dies.

She drew a heart with a razor’s kiss,

I bled out slow just to feel that bliss.

Cuffed to her lies, I said “I’m yours,”

While the cops took pics on bloodstained floors.

I smiled in court, wore her perfume,

Now I haunt her name from a padded room.

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Dark funk beat with a heart that skips,

She love me more when the halo rips.

Neon crucifix on the motel bed,

She said “Kill the past” — now the future’s dead.

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I carved your name in the back of my mind,

You stitched my soul with a butcher’s twine.

If love is death, then we did it right,

Buried our hearts in the pale moonlight.

Ooh, baby, don’t cry when the sirens sing,

You were always my favorite violent thing.

Now the angels scream when they say your name…

But down here, we play a different game.