In her delusion she was frozen
The un-chosen
Clasped in doubtful reasoning
Tis the seasoning
Of murder
Sprinkled on her heart of paper
Eat up demons
She yours for the taking
Her soul pain staking
Let us bow down and pray
She’s insane, the needle game; she wants to play
BLOOD SAINT
BLOOD SAINT
BLOOD SAINT
BLOOD SAINT
Whispering her fate
BLOOD SAINT
BLOOD SAINT
She’s waiting
She’s bleeding
She craves your soul
Evil paints
Itself on her canvas
Blood Saint
She is;
While poison thoughts in her head dances
Broken and undefined
She reins over her soul; Unjustified
Ghost floats in her closet
The skeletons ran away
Their bones shaken with fray
Butterflies cry
Razor winging their fears
The devil twirls his fingers and leers
The demons clock ticks a tock
6:66 am
The alarm rings “Slay ‘Em”
Do hear the screams
Inside her dreams
Mistress Mary
Oh so weary
Stealing hearts
Tearing her porcelain wrists apart
1, 2 ,3
Pills are tasty, wings hasty, heartbeat dead; She’s free
Blood Saint
Blood Saint
Blood Saint
Blood Saint
She feeds on your fears
She drinks the blood from your tears
Blood saint
Blood Saint
Your soul is her canvas
Her religion is Death …