Graves I Dug Up To Reap Silent Violets.

Don't you close me out, turning my nightmares into dreams again.
Take my hands, please, and lead me to your chandeliers of wax.
Let me scorch my flesh and blood in your name.
I love you so, and you dare kiss my wounds.
Dear Child, you know nothing of the pain your lips bring, how I adore.
And my evening gown won't lace tonight.
Give me your word again, and you will never forget what I've done to you.
Blessed may you be, sincere to a monster of red wine;
How hallow you never cease to infuse inside this broken flesh.