Heavy Metal

---

Pins and tacks stuck in the colors of the cushion,
stitch me up for the bond between souls and magnetism.
The tentacles of life have become a part of me, On my flesh...

Evil abound.

Yell at God and lace those boots up tight.
Hammers are pounding on mutilated stockings,
That have long since died.

A patch of white burns beneath my tongue.
Cover it in salt for more effect.
I want to change, but you don't,
So prepare to be smothered in crimson kisses.

My pulse races against the others,
But soon after I'm the only survivor.

Steel spirals around my body,
It sticks in my skin.
Blood droplets fall onto your tongue,
You clean up so sensuously.