Inscrutable look.
Deceiving eyes.
I read your soul, therefore I feel.
Come next to me, I want your pain.
Poisonous love running through your veins.
Intoxicated with it, I mourn a loss.
Hug me, strike me.
Be my cross.
Nov 4, 2016
Nov 4, 2016 at 2:11 AM UTC
Inscrutable look.
Deceiving eyes.
I read your soul, therefore I feel.
Come next to me, I want your pain.
Poisonous love running through your veins.
Intoxicated with it, I mourn a loss.
Hug me, strike me.
Be my cross.
There are some attractions that we can't sometimes explain.
