lately your kiss has been tasting like poison
and it has been dripping from my lips like honey
your touch feels like a bullet wound on every inch of my skin you touch
but the blood looks like sunlight to me
in your eyes the devil has made a home
his looks are enticing
and now my dreams are haunted by his face
i taste the poison and i see the blood and i feel the devil
and although it's killing me
i've convinced myself it's the only thing keeping me alive
-m.v.
Nov 11, 2014
Nov 11, 2014 at 8:13 PM UTC
lately your kiss has been tasting like poison
and it has been dripping from my lips like honey
your touch feels like a bullet wound on every inch of my skin you touch
but the blood looks like sunlight to me
in your eyes the devil has made a home
his looks are enticing
and now my dreams are haunted by his face
i taste the poison and i see the blood and i feel the devil
and although it's killing me
i've convinced myself it's the only thing keeping me alive
-m.v.
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