Each night she breaks into my thoughts, Not by violence, nor
anger, nor hate - but by pure chaotic beauty.
Takes the place of others by storm, smashing my dreams and
reshaping the pieces in her image with her distorted charms
until nothing is left of me but dust and admiration.
And to this image, fragmented as it would be, I build a
temple and sacrifice from my own blood, my own flesh, my own
tears.
I treasure her in my soul - for she is the one I lust...

I am holding on to the most fragile of emotions - hope, as I
silently cry while inviting her to slay my ideals, desires,
cravings, and leave only a pale shadow of herself lying
instead.
Like a possessed spirit I am in her control. Like a cancer
eating through my brain she pounds me to the floor, over and
over again.
From the blood of my ideals - there is faith. From the blood
of my desires - there is temptation. From the blood of my
cravings - there is love.
I treasure her in my soul - for she is the one I love...

Merciless and cruel, she speaks the words of others, giving
herself to others, Others who have not shed tears for her,
others who have not shed blood for her.
She is clawing me from afar - but it is not the pain that is
killing me, but the unbreakable distance.
With cold steel in hand and a burning furnace in mind - I
approach the prey.
I treasure her in my soul - for she is the one I hate...

Fear caught in my eyes - i can't let go of the visions that
keep hunting me down.
I cry to the heavens in ecstasy - let me liberate my madness
once again.
I treasure her in my soul - for I have never needed a lover.
All I needed - was a MindKiller...


Dedicated to Iris... I still don't know who you really
are...