Nothing means anything,
Blood does not mean marrow
Kisses do not equate to love
A lasting symphony does not instil the bones
With a sense of tranquillity
Only killing brings on a feeling of being cut-throat

Washed in sins, forgive me
I can't help what I am
Black as dark, sharp as a blade
Whispering an eternal facade
You don't know who I am

Only roses spring in bloom
For the lover hidden beneath the cloak.