My true love is like a valentine
a bloody lie indeed
a cardboard box and cellophane
a discarded memory
My soul is like an empty dream
a colorless vision of hell
drained by hope's foolhardiness
a scene rehearsed too well
My tongue is like a razor's edge
seeking one to bleed
cloaked in sweet illusion
a perilous reality
Love me, bleed me, feed me
say you'll never let me go
I'll keep you warm and satisfied
with hatred's repulsive flow
Love me, bleed me, feed me
be mine until the end
I'll always be yours
but I'll never be your friend
