Swirling haze of whispered names, a phantom touch, a fevered game. Your scent, a drug, a sweet decay, I crave the crumbs you throw my way. A gilded cage of your disdain, my adoration, a pouring rain. Each fleeting glance, a sunlit tear, a silent worship, year on year.

Your laughter rings, a distant chime, a twisted joy, a warped spacetime. I lick the dust where you have trod, a humble servant, loved by God… or not. My heart, a bruised and broken thing, for scraps of praise, my praises sing. Obsessed, consumed, a twisted plea, a desperate need to be… near thee.

The walls close in, a suffocating bliss, a poisoned kiss, a stolen kiss. Your casual cruelty, a cruel delight, a shadowed moon in endless night. I collect your hair, a sacred shrine, a morbid love, forever thine. This twisted bond, a fragile thread, a love unrequited, darkly bred.

The taste of ash, a bitter sweet, a broken vow, a lost retreat. My shadowed form, a silent plea, for just a glance, to look at me. But you remain, aloof and cold, a story told, a tale unfolds. Of twisted love, a morbid art, a broken heart, a shattered heart.

The echoing hum of distant drums, a silent scream, my spirit numbs. This haunting tune, a whispered plea, a desperate hope to break free. But still I wait, a faithful hound, for scraps of love on hallowed ground. This sickening sweet, this poisoned grace, a love-sick gaze, a lost embrace.