I want to feel that sweet kiss
of the blade upon my wrist.
I want to hear that sweet whisper
of my breath going hiss.
I want to see that sweet dance
of the scarlet lines gone amiss.
I want to taste that sweet embrace
of my guilt going tisk, tisk, tisk.
Oct 19, 2015
Oct 19, 2015 at 6:44 AM UTC
I want to feel that sweet kiss
of the blade upon my wrist.
I want to hear that sweet whisper
of my breath going hiss.
I want to see that sweet dance
of the scarlet lines gone amiss.
I want to taste that sweet embrace
of my guilt going tisk, tisk, tisk.
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