Blade so cold so right
Taking a joyride across my body
Silver on white
Shaking hand to guide it
Tears, zips, leather and lace
Crimson escaping fresh slit
Lips, soft, supple, prickly
Unshaven you nuzzle and drink
My blood so desirable and sickly
Stop stop blood clot
Immune system allows you only some
You draw away you've had a lot
Violins in my ears
The room spins and I fall down
No sight takes away fears
I awake, white room, methylated spirits
Doctors tend to my open scars
The feeling is so right
Mar 5, 2015
Mar 5, 2015 at 11:07 PM UTC
Blade so cold so right
Taking a joyride across my body
Silver on white
Shaking hand to guide it
Tears, zips, leather and lace
Crimson escaping fresh slit
Lips, soft, supple, prickly
Unshaven you nuzzle and drink
My blood so desirable and sickly
Stop stop blood clot
Immune system allows you only some
You draw away you've had a lot
Violins in my ears
The room spins and I fall down
No sight takes away fears
I awake, white room, methylated spirits
Doctors tend to my open scars
The feeling is so right
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