my sharpened ****** fingertips
i used to burst your veins
i hold up to your loosened lips
as your hearing fades away
the crimson-colored cutting blade
i used to gouge your eyes
now peels the skin from off your face
to make a mask of ***** lies
a hundred dripping needles
i dropped into your skin
are now a hundred tiny tunnels
a lost highway for your sins
one sullen screaming bullethole
that traveled through your head
is a bookmark for the thoughts you stole
that you'll never think again
Feb 7, 2010
Feb 7, 2010 at 6:34 PM UTC
my sharpened ****** fingertips
i used to burst your veins
i hold up to your loosened lips
as your hearing fades away
the crimson-colored cutting blade
i used to gouge your eyes
now peels the skin from off your face
to make a mask of ***** lies
a hundred dripping needles
i dropped into your skin
are now a hundred tiny tunnels
a lost highway for your sins
one sullen screaming bullethole
that traveled through your head
is a bookmark for the thoughts you stole
that you'll never think again
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