It seems that the cold,
It enters without invitation,
I just can't keep my eyes closed,
It's entire sleep deprivation.
Don't stop those arguing kisses,
They burn right through this shell,
It's all in the dark blur of night,
I know that all is not well,
I cannot stand the mirrors,
Or the reflection they don't show,
I hate the way the ride speeds,
When I need it to slow, slow. Slow!
The sunrise glitters beyond the pane,
I dare to look at your skin,
I can understand why it was hard to sleep,
The way your fingers run, it does me in.
The mark on my neck is only a mark,
The scar on my wrist is only a scar,
When you're around it matters not,
The aches and pains are somewhere far.
'I did this to you,' I hear you say,
'They're nothing, I'm just fine,'
Yet something in your crimson eyes,
Tell me you hold yourself for the crime.
The bite marks are nothing, nor is the night,
When I'm with you I am peaceful and kind,
Your chest, your hands are perfect here,
You are the Demon I can hide behind,
And when you silently stroke my face,
I feel the need to remind you, you are a free man,
Those kisses hush me to not say a word,
After all I've been diced by the Demon.
