as I lay across Your hand, Your heart shaped cushion, pins in me, chained up by Your evil stare, bleeding with every pin hole You make, watching me cry, silently. begging You to free me of this ache.. were my heart is, in Your hand. bleeding its crimson colours. as i am helpless. in Your hand, i wonder will My Devil ever love me, will he ever heal my wounds. will he ever see the good in his bloody pin cushion? -+-
