Skin

by sing to me baby   Mar 18, 2008


The words you bore into my skin
are seeping out the empty sockets
where my eyes once upon a time sought content

i dont want you here
but lonliness seems too close
for you to leave

it's a fix he told me
the blood dripping off my fingertips
wrap your arms around my hips

tonight i want to feel more
than sympathy
i want to feel your skin on my skin

blah
sorry i know its crap
just venting

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  • 16 years ago

    by fallenforever

    Its not crap, defently not crap,i really liked it, a bit gruesom, maybe, but i dont have the strong stomace 5/5