backseat baby,
press your strawberry lips
to my wolf throat and sing
like the full moon.
backseat baby,
i’ve got a half eaten heart
bleeding out, staining my
wooden hands as they draw
hearts around your ******
mouth.
backseat baby,
they say lovin’ makes
you weak, makes you a
monster, makes you
a freak.
and baby, im all three.
backseat baby,
you’ve got your holy claws
in holy places. making ‘amen’
taste like blood on the lips.
backseat baby,
i’m sin in the skin and my
black soul is starved for
your candle lit collarbone.
backseat baby,
they’re watchin’ us through
the window, watchin’ you-
watchin’ me.
and baby, we’re a freak show.
backseat baby,
your knees are porcelain stars
against black leather.
backseat baby,
we’re poisoned tongues
fighting, knives and guns,
wrists against hipbones.
and baby, what a sweet,
glorious and thrilling
death.
Apr 19, 2016
Apr 19, 2016 at 1:02 AM UTC
backseat baby,
press your strawberry lips
to my wolf throat and sing
like the full moon.
backseat baby,
i’ve got a half eaten heart
bleeding out, staining my
wooden hands as they draw
hearts around your ******
mouth.
backseat baby,
they say lovin’ makes
you weak, makes you a
monster, makes you
a freak.
and baby, im all three.
backseat baby,
you’ve got your holy claws
in holy places. making ‘amen’
taste like blood on the lips.
backseat baby,
i’m sin in the skin and my
black soul is starved for
your candle lit collarbone.
backseat baby,
they’re watchin’ us through
the window, watchin’ you-
watchin’ me.
and baby, we’re a freak show.
backseat baby,
your knees are porcelain stars
against black leather.
backseat baby,
we’re poisoned tongues
fighting, knives and guns,
wrists against hipbones.
and baby, what a sweet,
glorious and thrilling
death.
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