Jun 2015
Hard-wired to hold on
Forced to wait
Scouring spines
I can’t escape
I stepped into the unknown
And,
Rugged teeth bite down on my flesh
Ripping me a gaping set
Drenched in blood and honesty
Convert it that to gunpowder too
My doubts tighten to a degree
Like rusty wires cutting my throat
Isn’t it already hard enough to swallow your beauty?
How can you tell I’m cold
If you’ve never touched my skin?
How can you tell I’m hurt
If there are no wounds?
Your voice is on the roof of my mouth
With every ounce of my blood left
And the very last of my breath in my lungs
I’ll let down my guard
And you’ll break me
**again.
Forced to wait
Scouring spines
I can’t escape
I stepped into the unknown
And,
Rugged teeth bite down on my flesh
Ripping me a gaping set
Drenched in blood and honesty
Convert it that to gunpowder too
My doubts tighten to a degree
Like rusty wires cutting my throat
Isn’t it already hard enough to swallow your beauty?
How can you tell I’m cold
If you’ve never touched my skin?
How can you tell I’m hurt
If there are no wounds?
Your voice is on the roof of my mouth
With every ounce of my blood left
And the very last of my breath in my lungs
I’ll let down my guard
And you’ll break me
**again.
My Mikoto
I guess answers aren't found in the pouring rain
© Copywrite Lycan
I guess answers aren't found in the pouring rain
© Copywrite Lycan
