Bleeding mascara

A wraith with an angel's body.
a demon with a smile of gold.
you soul-sucker.
i won't become like you.
A killer with the perfect weapons,
crystal eyes and a heart of coal.
you soul-sucker.
i won't lose myself in you.
Look how pretty she is, when she falls down.
now there is no beauty in bleeding mascara.
her lips are quivering like a withering rose,
she's back again.
What the f*** do you think love means?
it's much more than words and feelings
sucking me dry.
is my marrow that sweet?
Your dead lovers have left a trail of
broken hearts and misspent hopes.
sucking them dry.
does their marrow taste of sweetness, sweetness,
sweetness?
I hope you choke.