Candlelit crude faces flood this meaningless masquerade

She wears a sculpted visage, yet they applaud her facade

Am I the only one who sees the daggers on her sleeve

The soul who has the heart of, the one whom she grieves

Darling, don't voice those honey-edged blades

Lest your lovers destroy this harlequinade

And when the ones denied meet death on a balustrade

The world will be a spectator of your charades

Her lies, her belladonna eyes are poisoned chalice

Foolish truth, oh it soothers, the hunger of her malice

You unsheathe your sword- a damsel's cause to crusade

Hide from me, for I bleed, a bitter and guiltless tirade

Darling, don't voice those honey-edged blades

Lest your lovers destroy this harlequinade

And when the ones denied meet death on a balustrade

The world will be a spectator of your charades

I feel the guillotine on the skin of my throat

She erased sin off the lace of my petticoat

For she wiped crimson on the hem of my dress

Now she chokes truth with wine- she ought to confess.

Darling, don't voice those honey-edged blades

Lest your lovers destroy this harlequinade

And when the ones denied meet death on a balustrade

The world will be a spectator of your charades

At Hell's doors we part, your wounds, my innocence

They pray at our graves with garlands and incense.

Will you adore me, liar, if not life, then in death?

I forgive Desire you spoke in your ultimate breath.