Sweet soft angel. You make death seem so lovely.
You sing so heavenly and your grip is tight. A siren in my own skull. When I lay my head beside yours, desire and fear bleed together. When I come to you with a knife in my stomach and you greet me with a twist of the wrist, I won't hold it against you.
Please keep singing ever so softly.
I'll come back for your embrace as soon as I can.
Oct 5, 2019
Oct 5, 2019 at 3:29 PM UTC
Sweet soft angel. You make death seem so lovely.
You sing so heavenly and your grip is tight. A siren in my own skull. When I lay my head beside yours, desire and fear bleed together. When I come to you with a knife in my stomach and you greet me with a twist of the wrist, I won't hold it against you.
Please keep singing ever so softly.
I'll come back for your embrace as soon as I can.
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