Maybe I'm not sick this time,
And this tomb has filled itself.
Maybe I'm not sick
And I'm just drained.
I'd like to dance,
But I've never found my feet
I sway, you kiss the street.
I have found lullabies
That have never been sung,
I have found lullabies
Glistening black in your eyes.
Bent winged butterflies
Strangle me today,
Throwing daggers in my heart,
I can't walk.

I'd really like to dance,
But I never had feet.

Level head,                      Throbbing chest.


Let it get the better of you;


There was never much of that.

I died 100 times
By your side

35 ribcage wounds
My hearts not easily found.

5 stomach slashes,
I never ate your fear.

2 severed wrists,
I bled you stars.

8 ****** punctures,
I'm pretty now.

25 knives in the back,
25 shattered vertebra,
Spineless reflections, dear,
You've sculpted me,
I have become you.

I can't drown in my own blood,
I won't let you push me down.
I'll pretend I can control myself,
But please stay by my side.

The story starts in the dark,
Brought me beneath a tree.
Begged me to get give in,
To see me submitted, on my knees.
I wouldn't fall,
But you begged and said please.
I dropped to the ground,
Hoping to appease.
You bit holes in my neck,
Drew lines with your nails,
Kissed my head so tenderly,
Tried to see through my stare.
After all was done,
She begged me to bite her.
Cracked my wall,
Sunk my teeth in but slowly withdrew.
Pulled her hair to hear her cry,
Caressed her neck violently but took my time.
Spoke words of madness right to her face.
My eyes trying to see through space.
Looking for that black star.

Shes laughs at my face,
Cries out at my touch.
We both scar each other,
But neither of us can get enough.