An Art

by Bryan Berry   Sep 2, 2006


It's these places that make us wish
We never knew
It's those faces that make us wish
We didn't have a clue
It's those horrors
That give the hope to kill
Those sick little pleasures
That make it all a thrill

Everyone knows and has that little lust
That thought that makes murder a must
So let's spill blood sealed with a kiss
It's truly an event you can't miss

So come listen to my soft music
And dance with blades
Just sneak to death with me
While light fades
Oh, they won't see us now
The quiet never know
No one suspected us
Even with a fatal blow

Everyone knows and has that little lust
That thought that makes murder a must
So let's spill blood sealed with a kiss
It's truly an event you can't miss

So run your knife across their heart
We all know that this is the best part
Give me just a taste of your poisoned dart
This game of life, death, and love is an art

Everyone knows and has that little lust
That thought that makes murder a must
So let's spill blood sealed with a kiss
It's truly an event you can't miss

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  • 17 years ago

    by Meagan

    I really like it :)

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