Somewhere between wanting to cover my entire body with tattoos and tearing my skin off Whatever hurts more. I wantΒ Β my surface to burn when hot tears spread out.
Unspoken words like a simphony in my subconscious abyss. Sour memories soaring my tongue like cherry wine.
Trying to fill the void, but my holes get even deeper.
Don't run your fingers gently on my body, Make me bleed, Make me burn alive.