Black lace and sadism

Blood runs down your lips leaving them ruby and full, like I remember them.
Your face holds cruelty, and your eyes whisper death as I swoon to find you in this blackness.
Come closer, come closer; your face is cold as death, and your hands are laced with the smell of hostile wounds.
Make me one of you, make me feel alive in death. I want escapism as I want your blackened heart in my mud.
Blessed at birth; I no longer feel welcome among these strangers, I no longer feel wanted in an odd sense of the word.
Take my hand, lead my body into your grave, lead my soul into your trap, and cut my heart out with your wicked knife.
I feel the pain becoming to much to handle and now I want your sadism and your power, the thoughts at your feet.
I sit in your throne of power play ,wishing you were here to make this game worth the awful defeat.
Come to me again, make me dream of your face in every night I disappear. I want visions of your kill.
Dig deeper your fingernails into my mind, you make me feel out of control and wanted still.
I do not like it here anymore, please come rescue me; I do not like these people or places.
The things I see; I grow weary of fast. I want this life to become yours,I don't like all these awful faces anymore.
The voices don't speak to me anymore, and I cant find my way to your heartbeat quick enough.
Please leave me not here! Make the extra trip to pull me out of this weakened hell.
Blind them and tie them up. Kill their fiction with your cruel, unforgiving fight. I don't want this anymore, I would have rather never decided to tell.
Please beckon me, for I shall come; don't leave me in this place, I'm on the verge of death
Please take me in this grip of your Gothic clutch. I will give you my heart, it will not be theft.
Please come back my love, I will surely die here without your touch. I don't belong here where you are not wanted as well.