I invoke Him, and He comes to me, in my dreams   Dressed in black   He speaks in a language only I can understand   His hands are warm, His breath is hot   He is the horrible pain, within my heart   My religion, My sanctuary, My church, My sacrafice, My Confession   My exorcism, My worship, in progress   I have no other lover... now, untill forever   He is magic, and when He kisses me, I can taste Him on my lips   Like an elixir   Far from innocent   He is pure evil   A sinners prayer, a saints desire   For Him, I would walk through fire   For Him... I have walked through fire      To draw Him, I want so bad   One gift, I'll never have   He drives a stake into my soul   Makes me bleed, makes me whole   Drinks me, devours me, intoxicates me   With His love, Hate, Devotion, Faith   As beautiful as Jesus Christ   He is as brutal, as the depths of Hell   In my dreams, I press my mouth against His   And I feel Heaven... Horror... Terror   He looks at me with that look   I call it His serial killer look   Like He wants to fuck me, and kill me all at the same time   It scares me   It turns me on   His eyes are brown   His stare is intense... Meaningful, Powerful   Maybe that's why He's so fuckin' scary   Because He means it   Sometimes He tells me He loves me, as He looks at me   With that look   Sometimes He doesn't have to   I've never felt a man look at me like this   It's almost creepy....    Uncomfortable....    Sexy   I guess I know He could never really chop off my hands      ........      Or could He?