Her
She’s down on her knees,
tears hit the floor like a flood
she’s begging him please
But there is no time for talk
The fog’s rolling in,
their house is surrounded by woods
They’re living in sin.
The torment’s about to begin
She crawls on her knees
Hoping that she will please him
her pain is absurd
He asks her to whisper these words:
“I am the dark
I am the doll
I am yours”
He clasps it on tight
washes her down for the night
She grips to his leg
The nothing girl starts to beg
He cradles her face
Kisses her cheeks so softly
He praises her place
reminds her of her own beauty
Their love transcends space
Yet she falls down into place
The wolves start to chase
As she once again utters words:
“I am the dark
I am the doll
I am yours
