You poked me with needles to drill a hole into my heart
devoured my pouring blood to water your harvesting lust,
I never knew you needed my soul for your salvation
my angel to fight your demons ;

had I known you were the Satan’s son
devil clad in saint’s wrap-

had I known I was going down with you-

I might have picked up my own poison
understood you a bit more
loved you a bit less,
offered you my soul to feast your demons
I would have died willingly, my love
only if you had allowed me to pick my own poison.