You want a saint? I’m the wrong kind of prayer. A hymn in the dark, with my hands in your hair. You want a girl? I’m the knife in the lace. A kiss like a spark, and the burn of the chase. I’ll be your shadow, your sweetest sin. Wrap me around you, and let me pull you in. Oh, I’m your velvet noose, tight and sweet. A slow surrender, while you’re on your knees. I’m the ache in your bones, the ghost in your sheets. Darling, don’t fight it— you were made for me. You want the truth? It’s a lie on my tongue. A whisper, a bite, the things I’ve left undone. You want my name? It’s the sigh in your ear. A promise, a flame, and the taste of your fear. I’ll be your echo, your sweetest sting. I'll let you inside, to hear the angels sing. Oh, I’m your velvet noose, tight and sweet. A slow surrender, while you’re on your knees. I’m the ache in your bones, the ghost in your sheets. Darling, don’t fight it— you were made for me. You told me to smile. You told me to pose. You told me to be the girl everyone wants the most. But I’m not a girl, darling. I’m the thing in the dark. The part of you that knows this was wrong from the start. So take my hand, and don’t look back. I’ll be your ruin, and you’ll beg for that. A velvet noose, a slow embrace Darling, you’ll love how you fall from grace.
