You're the cracks in my skin
the blood that I bleed.
You're the carbon dioxide
that I unleash
to stop you
from suffocating me.
You're the pounding in my skull,
the cartilage damage in my knees
slowly ripping life from me,
with no mercy
despite my pleas.
You're Satan's kiss
-- you're a personal death wish.
You are agony
But you're agony that I miss.
For when a blind man regains sight,
it's nothing short of bittersweet
-- a painless torture technique.
-lf-
Aug 11, 2013
Aug 11, 2013 at 9:38 PM UTC
You're the cracks in my skin
the blood that I bleed.
You're the carbon dioxide
that I unleash
to stop you
from suffocating me.
You're the pounding in my skull,
the cartilage damage in my knees
slowly ripping life from me,
with no mercy
despite my pleas.
You're Satan's kiss
-- you're a personal death wish.
You are agony
But you're agony that I miss.
For when a blind man regains sight,
it's nothing short of bittersweet
-- a painless torture technique.
-lf-
© Leelan Farhan
August 11 2013
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