Bleeding Mascara

A Wraith with an angels body
A demon with a smile of gold
You soul sucker
I wont become like you
A killer with the perfect weapons, crystal eyes
and a heart of coal
You soul sucker
I wont lose myself in you
Look how pretty she is, when she falls down
Now there is no beauty in bleeding mascara
Her lips are quivering like a withering rose, shes
back again
What the fuck do you think love means?
Its much more than words and feelings sucking
me dry
Is my marrow that sweet?
Your dead lovers have left a trail of broken
hearts and misspent hopes
Sucking them dry
Does their marrow taste of sweetness, sweetness
sweetness?
I hope you choke