Your fingers scrape my spine
The black creeping upon the night
Everywhere I see your sign
a vine to devour the light
It is fate, it's a game.
Quickly it is spread
Yet sets my soul to flame
like blood from body bled
a planted seed of doubt
or all the worst goodbyes
that continues to shout
reflected in dolls eyes.
to your words many have fell
all their pain completed dear
even me under your spell
too late to learn to fear
your pleasures is too swift
your calls sweet allure
leaving me in your drift
once again on worlds tour.
