In an indigo of lust,
Eyes wandering to dust,
Velvet curtains on the wall,
Spiral stairs forsaken halls.
As my red lips drip of blood,
They ignite the fire fought,
In a battle oh so cold,
To suppress the tender soul.
And as the music drowns the screams,
And the masks conceal the greed,
I am lost inside your eyes,
That seduce me 'till I burn.
And for that eternal second,
The music ceases to exist,
And the strawberries turn into,
An orgasmic color stream,
That explodes like thin confetti,
On my silken woven skin.