Trick or treat, here’s my heart,
A human organ that won’t depart.
Give it romance as a dark treat,
And it won’t stab you with hidden knives beneath.
Trick or treat, here’s my heart,
A bittersweet delicacy with a dangerous taste.
Chocolate-shaped, liquor-based—
Blood and devotion, my private quintessences.
Drink carefully, or you might lose your senses.
Trick or treat, here’s my heart,
Iron-bound, crystal-made.
Not to break, meant to crave.
Very skeptical, yet unreal—
Humanity is guilty; love is your only appeal.
Trick or treat, here’s my heart.
Soft in soul, hard in pumps.
Take it gently, or not at all.
It’s up to you if you get splashed in blood.
Trick or treat, here’s my heart.
Very profound, yet not immortal.
Kiss my veins, your lips in red—
Little rivers, little paths.
Make me yours. Make death scared.