Behold the Harlot

I see the river of lies

you hide under that stone cold surface

proudly, shrouding yourself.

Your malicious intent was masked

with a pleasant smile, vicious beauty

and an aura to match.

The perfect recipe for any fool's demise,

demise, any fool's demise.

Yes I miss the caress of her tender skin

and demon eyes.

I breathe no more

Yes I miss the caress of her tender skin

and demon eyes.

I need no more

Like a virus with no agenda

an addiction with no reprisal.

What a tangled web you weave.

Give as much as you take,

but the taking has just begun.

Knowing this all good and well

I can't stay away

'cause I can still smell you

on my fingers.

I still see your face when I close my eyes.

Your face.

Lust has turned into obsession

and I want out.