For thy Beauty

Oh come unto me my sweet darling, with thy lifeless flesh, possessed by the demons of the night. An angel worshiped by the fallen ones, the darkness brought by the light... A flash of hope, but yet thou shall bring destruction to those who put their blood upon thee; those who seeks thy beauty, condemnation have already found. Thy flesh has been blessed by the holiest of the saints; therefore thy life has been cursed by the worst of the demons. Thou have no wishes or dreams, no love or hate, no pleasure, just pain. The rain can not penetrate through thy skin; the paleness of thy cheek shall represent the emptiness of thy soul. Unto thee my humble soul asks, what is a life if I can not have thy beauty