The Scraps of A Song: An Anthology.

Sin

She's...lovely!"
"She's a freak show,
A spawn of monsters!"

Hmm, quite the fine collection of mixed reviews.

My eyes meet yours, and you run further like I'm going to stop
Staring into the windows of your jailed thoughts, your sensual bloodlust.

Nice.

You pretend you're any different from an animal,
Yet your stalking, greedy nature puts you down,
And you can't help yourself...

You're angered by me,
And frightened by me, yet
You will to pin me down
And...
Ah.
Ah.
Ah.

Oh, please.
Don't lie.
Of course you love me.
Nature built you to desire
The stuff of your darkest nightmares, so I don't mind.
You are a beauty when you succumb to temptation,
My gateway, my creation.

Step. Right. In.

Now,
Fight or flight?
Well,
Try as you might, it's futile to elude this macabre attraction.
Since I began this dance, I must bring it to completion.
Tinkering with your design,
Enslaving you to my feral mind, and twisting your recesses, infusing a darkened sort of joy.
Just
Drop the saintly act, and I could be your one true master,
Show the world the raw rage,
Icy hate, and a lovely lustre.
Drop the saintly act, and I could be your one true master;
I'll set you free,
I'll let you out.
I know you can't help yourself.

Could you
Stop waiting,
Stop wasting all
Of your time seeking heaven when you're here with me?
You're wasting and
You keep wasting all
Of your remorseful tears on
Someone who will never see.

Besides,
You love me so much,
You
Can't help yourself.