The House of Woe
I have lost my soul in the House of Woe
wherein I found the timeless stroke of doom.
‘Twas built upon the graves of those below
and there the seed was placed within my womb.
I am the whore that guards the House of Woe.
My purpose here is simply to consume,
the lust of those returning from the dead.
I lay beneath them keeping passions fed.
The house sits on the open gate to hell
and I have lost my soul within these walls.
My body has become an empty shell,
I spread my legs whenever Satan calls.
Within the House of Woe is where I dwell,
enticing him with lace and silken shawls.
I am the mortal link to earthly sin
as tears of blood do weep from 'neath my skin.
So enter in and taste me if you dare,
the key to hell is yours if you so choose.
Just lose yourself within my beauty fair,
I am the whore that’s here for you to use.
So when I have you safely in my lair
and know you're lost and simply can’t refuse.
That’s when I trade my place with you my dear,
you’ll be the whore and I will disappear.
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and much love~ Desire~*~
