The Black Wine of Scars

As Flesh is stitched onto a Frame, I'll make You Sin, and get even within the Flame.




Dead letters and Black Wine, stain My scars and stripes, to create desire for the Wolves wreaking havoc within.




Blood, death, and Ivory, grinds upon Hell to paint it red, as Devilish red Kill Kitty's, lust for the worth within their Poison.




Hideous and Perfect, ditching the rest, for cold hard cash on Earth. Sleep now, to channel Hell, and let them eat the Distortion of their Hyperlusts, as a Princess of Chaos.




"...On Earth, as it is in Heaven..."