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The Bittersweet Taste of Bloody Desire
0 reviewsSigh...relapses are never fun, are they? Writing poetry about said relapse though....is actually quite soothing.
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The Bittersweet Tast of Bloody Desire
Intoxicating river red,
The plastic smiles that wished me dead,
They obscure my blurring vision,
As I make a bitter incision
The ivory-white, whisper skin,
Kissed by the blade and drowned in sin,
I fill the absence, I bury the numb,
Waiting for the ghost of feeling to come
I almost wish for a knock on the door,
But no one dares come as I sink to the floor,
I want to explain why I'm so seduced by the knife,
Why I'm letting this desire control my life
But it's never that easy, it's never so plain,
To tell you the only thing I can feel is pain,
It's real, and it's there, and I can feel it everywhere,
Unlike my other feelings, it's something I can bere
xoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxox
A/N: Urgh...I feel like I'm on a downward spiral. Isn't life grand?
Intoxicating river red,
The plastic smiles that wished me dead,
They obscure my blurring vision,
As I make a bitter incision
The ivory-white, whisper skin,
Kissed by the blade and drowned in sin,
I fill the absence, I bury the numb,
Waiting for the ghost of feeling to come
I almost wish for a knock on the door,
But no one dares come as I sink to the floor,
I want to explain why I'm so seduced by the knife,
Why I'm letting this desire control my life
But it's never that easy, it's never so plain,
To tell you the only thing I can feel is pain,
It's real, and it's there, and I can feel it everywhere,
Unlike my other feelings, it's something I can bere
xoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxox
A/N: Urgh...I feel like I'm on a downward spiral. Isn't life grand?
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