The perfect girlfriend is said to be
A sick and twisted sadist such as me
The black tongue darting from her scaly face...
Yet still she moves into my heart with grace
A pain which tears my soul unto the last
But if this pain should disappear - alas!
To beat and cut and tear, will not suffice
To be scorned by the heart of a woman - that is life!
The one pain that I cannot stand to bear
Shall be my lust, 'thout it I would not dare
To live this life, to breathe death's cold dark stare
Nor spend eternity -- anywhere -
Than with my sweet and precious lying whore
To whom I know I'll turn again for more
Relief has always come with flow of blood
The same shall come to us with Night's dark flood
And as the cutter to the cut is dear
The love that's in our hearts be ever pure
