Beat me, beautiful black beast, you wounded animal that wanders the streets.
Caress me with those sedated eyes and paint my skin with a thousand lies.
Eat my lungs, slice my wrists. Dead butterflies dye your fists.
Push me down, take my toll. Swallow my heart, consume my soul.
But never forget, moon-drunk monster, that although I am your's to conquer,
you may build your throne from sticks and bone, but in the end, you'll be alone.