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Ecstasy in my serrated razor
All meaning for life has disappeared
Then a black angel, my tainted savior
Came to prove all things revered
She gives my drug, a protected nest
My sweet high in this overwhelming stress
She frees my mind with Her gentle kiss…
….this my queen, my Gothic Princess

This black angel, the devil’s prayer
Cloaked in robes with jet black hair
Skin as white as the December moon
Calling me to Her lustful lair

She pulls me through my veil of despair
And whispers my name in Her seductive voice
Her fragrance (like incense) perfumes the air
Amphetamines to leave me without a care

And though I prayed this day would come
I still believe it not to be true
And when in doubt of the rising sun
She tempts me with Her skin so smooth
Now by Her side I lie in rest
Safe from pain inside Her nest
Block out the world, I try my best
….with help from Her, my Gothic Princess

In the warmth of Her embrace
Passionate high in this amorous grace  
Scream in ecstasy, Her sweet taste
Teeth in flesh and a masochist wake

This dark angel wrapped in the scent of perfection
I offer my life to Her embrace
Her blue eyes trap me in a warm hypnotic state
In a world where love is common place
My state of mind and stubborn persistence
Let’s leave together at any instant
Take me to the brink of existence
….eternity is yours and mine, my Gothic Princess