Would you kiss my bleeding sca

Away from the beauty, in the mists of darkness, where monsters weep, where angels die and burning souls scream. Would you come search for me, Would you look for my withered soul, and kiss my blood stained cheeks? Would you admire the knife in my hand and the life dripping from it? Would you kiss my bleeding scars? Would you look at the agony around us, and still look at me with a cannibalistic desire?