With a single wink of an eye
he snapped me out of my conscience
to another strange dimension
where bruises looks like tattoos
and wounds are ridiculously popular
until I am wide awake all alone
feeling god **** sick of him,
realizing that I'm losing pieces of me
bit by bit just to pay the price
of deriving pleasure from pain
because he fooled me
time
and time
again
Jul 31, 2015
Jul 31, 2015 at 3:30 AM UTC
With a single wink of an eye
he snapped me out of my conscience
to another strange dimension
where bruises looks like tattoos
and wounds are ridiculously popular
until I am wide awake all alone
feeling god **** sick of him,
realizing that I'm losing pieces of me
bit by bit just to pay the price
of deriving pleasure from pain
because he fooled me
time
and time
again
