I feel like honey to the Worms
Serpents whisper my name
Bloodred silk hides my thorns
I know no guilt, no shame

I´m a dessert to demons
My tears quench their thirst
My shedding blood is their liquor
And I don´t even have to die first

They feast eagerly on my belly
A million starving creatures
My tasty guts are their jelly
Don´t you appreciare my features?

This milky skin you see
These sweet yellow eyes
Disguise all my perversity
Encover the beast inside

Devour me as you wish
For it is for what I was born
Let me be your favourite dish
As I taste like honey to the worms

(The Bleeding Rose)