your grave’s gray

I’m alone in my room,

The weather’s cold, no warmth to bloom.
The anima inside me craves for animus,
I’m alone in my silky black skirt, thus.

Baby, would you come for a drink?
Pour your hatred, let it sink.
I’ll swallow it all, like a dream,
And transfer it to our bed, it seems.

I’ll submit to you like never before,
Our passion will burn, we’ll soar.
Quickly, baby, before the dawn,
Before the monstrous bitch swallows me, gone.

My needs for men will fade away,
In a second, like wind’s play.
Baby, would you come for a drink?
I’ll pour the sweetest poison, let it sink.

It won’t kill you, but it’ll freeze,
All this pain and hate, it won’t cease.
It’ll follow you, till the end of your life,
In your grave, I’ll carve my name, rife.

As "the man who has loved," I’ll stay,
Echoing forever in your grave’s gray.