Apple Red
I want you
To imagine the magic
The impression of paint
On the canvas of fate
I want you
Into the hatred
Of the pages I create
To relate
I want you
For the heart
Black as ink pressed spades
How fucking degrading
I want you
Rolled up in a blanket
Dressed of lust and distrust
For this funny game I play
You play
Mother may I
Call upon this pawn
A whore with swords of sorts
To eat upon this bloody plate
Wait there's more
This is'nt the end
Skinny sour lips I taste
But this is
I have taken the apple
Once again
Twice, no plenty more
Sweet poison I adore
Got you where
I want you
Of spots to haunt you
Left you hanging like the dead
Once again
You have succeeded
In painting my face
Apple red
To imagine the magic
The impression of paint
On the canvas of fate
I want you
Into the hatred
Of the pages I create
To relate
I want you
For the heart
Black as ink pressed spades
How fucking degrading
I want you
Rolled up in a blanket
Dressed of lust and distrust
For this funny game I play
You play
Mother may I
Call upon this pawn
A whore with swords of sorts
To eat upon this bloody plate
Wait there's more
This is'nt the end
Skinny sour lips I taste
But this is
I have taken the apple
Once again
Twice, no plenty more
Sweet poison I adore
Got you where
I want you
Of spots to haunt you
Left you hanging like the dead
Once again
You have succeeded
In painting my face
Apple red
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