Taking the poison that you feed me,
Lying in your bed of thorn pricked roses,
I am the victim of your pride.
Sleeping in a dark disarray
Waking to the moon of day.
You’re the shadow that hangs over me,
The bow of the arrow that pierces me.
My dark obsession, my greatest desire,
I wither at your touch.
Your sweet words are poison
Your kisses are tainted.
You’re the shadow that blocks out the sun.
Masquerade; the world never finds me.
But you always come to seek me out.
Unrevealing the bruises I hide
From the world, but not from you.
The poisoned wine upon the table
With the ashes and scarlet beads of blood.
Crown me as your queen
And sit beside you among the blind.
With no one to unmask the truth that I hide
I wear your bruises with my dress of velvet silk.
Admiring your work of art
So easy to break under your hand.
Feeding me the poison of your words
I am the victim of your pride.
