The Bride of Frankenstein

Tonight I walk, where the vampires walk

Where the virgin blood drips,

And the iron cross,

Crumbles in your palm.

Tonight (I walk) where passion dwells

Where the red candle wax,

Cloys upon your thigh.

Tonight I walk, where the moon is shining

And my slick shadow

Is wide across the lawn.

(Tonight) I walk,

Where love is eternal,

And no matter

How many times (you or I)

Die,

We will always be (us.)

(us) in the face of adversity,

us in the face of the flame,

us in the face of a world,

Where (lovers)

Are broken,

And delivered to the sea.

The Bride of Frankenstein

Walks in leather boots

And a crimson blouse,

Seeking out her prey.

The Bride of Frankenstein,

Hides her love,

In a vile full of blood,

Tight in her hot hand.

The Bride of Frankenstein’s body

Is (to die for)

And tonight, I could gladly die,

Amid the vampires, the whores

And the lost souls,

Who crave and desire your perfection.

A red rose for you,

My love.

No, perhaps a dozen.

Your black stocking tops,

Revealed in the moonlight,

By my thick groping fingers,

And (you) always in my arms,

(As we kiss.)

2014