Paid In Blood (Censored) Poem by Jake Harris

Silence on the northern winds
Tenderly we lay
Thinking of your million sins
Things I dare not say
My love for you extends this life
Into darkest death
My love for you is why I hold this knife
And take away your breath.
Thrust deep into your evil heart
You taste the silver blade
Your soul flies straight down to hell
A devil's deal made.
Death is sweet you evil wench
Silent and serene
Dressed in crimson, bathed in gore
Death is never clean.