Blood katharsis

I carve my restless knife in me, and swallow the fear of my fate
You never thought my intentions were indulgences of an unexplored hate
A thrilling set of pungent emotions have awoken my slumbering need
Come to be the Death-Marquise's victim, let my instruments make you bleed

Sick and twisted acts of depravity obedience under impulsive decision
Crimson stains the periphery, minimal resistance from the opposition
With a destructive rationale beside, your transparent skin turns blue,
We are so cold when you are dead, so are the objects I've placed in your

Blood splattered angel molested with blades
My katharsis, and my muse wrapped in plastic

Scrape the dead of my loving lips and take the obscene further
Caress the blood, from a subjective mannequin of this unseen murder
Acts of passion, dreams fulfilled you weren't given any choice
The vital spark in your eyes is gone, my desperation stole your voice

Blood spattered angels molested with blades
My katharsis, and my muse wrapped in plastic

Wash the blood away from the hands of deeds, and let the petrol flow
Watch the flies fight about the tiny that's not buried 6 ft. below
Perversions turns to ashes, after I've sacrificially enlit a fire
All is gone but an empty soul, there are no more traces of my sick desire

Blood spattered angel molested with blades
My katharsis, and my muse wrapped in plastic

Your god is dead, but I am alive…