I know I'm ******* wrong
I'm the sickness in the poor man's bones.
Parasytical, I move in you
I drive your desire,
Feed you fire
Slip away when I'm overthrown.
Face your fears
In the mirror
You know you crave Death's chase.
Pupils black
Staring back
I can touch your face.
Fingertips cold,
Baby you're bold,
You don't flinch away.
I enter through a single sin
Slipping underneath your skin
Oh Darling,
I am here to stay.
Jun 28, 2018
Jun 28, 2018 at 10:00 AM UTC
I know I'm ******* wrong
I'm the sickness in the poor man's bones.
Parasytical, I move in you
I drive your desire,
Feed you fire
Slip away when I'm overthrown.
Face your fears
In the mirror
You know you crave Death's chase.
Pupils black
Staring back
I can touch your face.
Fingertips cold,
Baby you're bold,
You don't flinch away.
I enter through a single sin
Slipping underneath your skin
Oh Darling,
I am here to stay.
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