Cradle of Filth
Cradle my child,
My lifeblood, my sin.
My angel and hope.
My spawn and my kin.
Death to my Enemies
My heart they've shattered,
My soul they've eroded,
My body they've tattered.
Faith in my ability.
My passion, My cure.
My mind in full function.
My inner strength pure.
Trust in my Love.
My all I can give.
My everything at once.
My will to live.
Copyright © Laura Frank | Year Posted 2009
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