My Darling

Don’t cry, my bloody darling.
I can see the tears in your eyes,
Those black-streaked eyes,
And the sadness there compels me.

You’re my dark angel,
My fallen purity.
You take me to the heavens,
And cast me down to the hells.

Don’t look at me with those sad eyes,
Please—I can’t take anymore.
Your mouth is a painted clown’s grimace,
Lipstick bloody red.

Your loneliness is a siren call,
Your emptiness a banshee’s wail.
My bloody darling, don’t cry anymore,
I’m only here to damn you.