His cold touch and cold mood and cold hand grabs mine,
His razor blade had a tip so fine
He held my arm up, and prepared it with a kiss
Eyes gazing strait into mine
He brought the blade to my wrist
Our bodies so close as the blood begins to flow
And the sweet metal, so slow, makes
The incision mark grow
My eyes deep in his, and I'm chilled to the bone
But his touch is so loving, I cant help but moan
The blood flowing so thickly makes his pale lips red
My wrist, forever his, as we lay on his bed
My blood to his mouth, his lips gentle touch
But his eyes won't leave mine, 'cause he loves me so much
Then he gets done and the blood is all gone
He puts the blade in my hand, and his blood soon is drawn
