Tiny crimson droplets mar the fabric upon which I lay I observe each individual fiber, stained, Soiled by a midnight mistake I may never be able to remove You can only scrub so much Until you must resort to bleaching things away.
Surged in the ecstasy. Catacombs she asked. I don't know where I'm going. Where's going being gone without Taken. Towards the other side. Broken on through with leisure leaving trails. And with the lover asking picture. Moving languid. Under the shirt.
I'm allergic to this I'm allergic to that I'm allergic to most foods Well, at least I'm not fat I can't stand under the sun I can't play in the rain When I stand for too long My head starts to pain I bleed from my nose I know it sounds scary There was this one time When I ate a dictionary No, I'm just kidding There's no paper left in the house I used it all to clean my nose Oh, look at your face. I think I got you aroused
You leave me spluttering, dizzy, disorientated. You came out of nowhere, you took me by surprise. I tried to stop you, tried to smother you, tried to cover you up, but I couldn't breathe, I couldn't speak, couldn't scream for help. I was choking. you made one thought consume my body; 'please just... stop.' And eventually you did, and I never want to see you again - it's bad enough that I still have your mess to clean up. I hate you, I hate you like a nosebleed.