I cut myself and lick the wound,
The taste of blood reminds me of that time,
That time you loved me so hard,
So hard
You couldn't help yourself
And bit my lip.
You wanted me all,
You made me all yours.
You wanted to cut open my chest
And burrow in my darkest corners.
I dug in my heart with the sharpest of chisels
The perfect shape of you,
And then I let you flood me.
You drowned all the ghosts,
Put out the fires
In the hell of my heart.

Now I cut myself and lick the wound.
The taste of blood reminds me of life.
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