My skin is marble
Ah! So easily scratched
With rusted nails I do it
How she tortures me!
Look at the marks she’s left upon my arm
And they must believe me
For I am a frail child
And religion is corrupted here
I am the one who puts her name in that book
I am the one who hangs her from the black tree
But it’s a form of malingering, you see
I am so heavily haunted by boredom
Pretending I am an abused girl
In the witching air
I know how wretched I have become
All that will come from my lips are lies
And it pleases me so
To paint ruin and destruction
Upon their pale faces
God will make no room for me
Oh, I am fine with that
For it is the devil I desire
I shall shroud myself in stained lace
And marry him in hell
In my darkest slumber I dream of his burning bed
How he will seduce me, how he will say
“You are dead, you are mine.
You will never be empty here.”
I go into the woods naked at night
I dance for him there with marred limbs
I offer my innocence to be filled with sin
And when the daylight spills
I still spit out their names like poison