Tree Blood

Lead me
Into the woods
Where wolves
May scab my skin

Take me
To the underworld
Where Satan
Shall bless me with sin

Why?
Do covered forms of darkness
Under God seem beautiful
And with no God at all
Seem hateful?

Good can't live with evil
Yet it can't live without it
Should we choose to keep it?
Or should we try to fight it?

As innocent as she may seem
Her teeth still have that gleam
The fangs
Of a hunter of death

Her foreplay is subtle
Non existent even
But I feel it
Like a blow to the head

I know that soon
My soul shall be drained
My skull will be cracked
And she will still have her golden curls

Still and quiet
They wait in a line
To hold me down
And crack my spine

Steal my necklace
Wear my ring
Lullabies of death
You sing

Now my ear
Is deaf and dead
In her hands
She holds my head

Don't forget
To say goodnight
In the woods
I lost my sight