Black, black is love’s potion.
Take heed, take heed of the thorns.
Don’t spring when it stings
Remember that you were warned...

Never let me go
You don't think I know
I've heard it all
And so you'll never scratch my skin
 
-Heard it All, Emilie Autumn

She offered herself to the big, bad wolf and didn't scream when he took the first bite.
 
-Wintergirls