Blood Ink

Take the razor blade pen
And press it to your paper skin
Carve in all your deepest secrets
That carries all your sins

She’ll paint a pretty picture
But this story has a twist
The blade is her paintbrush
And the canvas is her wrist

Time goes on and the bodies rest
Still the blood ink pours
Even though you dream of death
Be careful what you wish for

He crafts the perfect noose
With most honest hands
He’s his own disaster piece
That he wants to hang

When his love for her love runs red,
She told him that she’d love him to death,
In shaking hands he held his metal heart up,
And buried it in her twisted chest

Over time this man thought
His love for the corpse bride he found
Was as strong as ever and just as tight
As his cut neck was bound

And as the blade pen slides
Over paper skin so thin
He ties a knot between
He and his pretty, pale wife

‘Till death do we part
Is the biggest lie told
Together forever more
As their souls were sold
To the devil himself for his victory
He claims two more lives
And the price was paid
For the guilty one’s sins
And for his blood ink bride.