Pretty Little Things

As I choose to enter, whispers fill the room with shame
And sly smiles lining the corners, start whispering your name
Still it hangs in the shadows, how much you mean to me
And it’s to tell you I adore you, that leaves me in agony

Do you want my pain in silence, I can deal in those
In a bitter wake of violence, come crashing, all of my past foes
So smile in the darkness, my sweetest one for life
While waiting for this tragedy; I’ll fill my heart with strife

Philosophy is
Tainted breaths,
of pretty little things.
Offer me Lip service,
for a diamond ring.

Where would you tur, just where could you hide
In this, broken marred picture, is it me at your side?
Pretty painted lady, is just another doll,
masked in morose glory, will she break the fall.

Sodomy is
Tainted sex
of pretty little things
Offer me your violence
for a shattered king