As the waking world
rips you from my grip
a moments sacntuary
come late to rescue you
for I have already taken
what is mine to possess

Revel with drunkeness
of your sweetly butchered soul
as I savor your depths
inciting decadent wont
now smeared across my flesh
heavy upon smiling lips

Was the soft trembling
of whispers in sleep
parting of the gates
to your realm of dreams
innocent and unknowing
you summoned me forth

Now I lay in waiting
buried deep in your desires
the ghost of a devil
to ravage with lusts' fires
succumb to sweet sleep
and be found in my arms