Razor Blade Kisses

by Leah   Jul 15, 2005


A sunset moon, glossy sky,
no tears shall form
in these eyes.

Together surrounded
by your tender touch,
I grad your hands,
it's you I clutch.

Never forever,
must not let go,
in the wind, are souls will blow.

You said you loved me,
that I made you sweat,
Now you hand me the butt,
off your last cigarette.

And I find you with her,
just sitting under the moon,
and I stand here staring,
but not a feeling of gloom.

Just I watch you touch her,
as you placed your arms
once around me,
I'm slaughtered
I'm crushed,
My heart is
to damaged to free.

Set fire to my hands,
that I am God, because
my romance was a common fraud.

He slit my heart,
and now I'm practically dead,
I watch all around me,
droplets of dread.

In that flash,
my parents sweetly break up, maybe they didn't care, they didn't give a f..UK.

An endless rhythm
of revenge growing inside,
into my blade I discretely confide.

Must your still with her,
when you broke up with me,
shunt run away, shunt be freed.

And my world is turning,
as I change to insane,
yet in your heart your
so icy and vein.

And I run as my heart blows,
and tears stain my face,
its almost I'm walking
in a physical race.

I thrash at my walls,
and finally find my dads razor,
my heart thuds so fast,
what must I try to concur?

My feet place the floor,
and finally I decide that your a memory no more.

I thrust you behind your back,
blood spits in my face,
as you watch me attack.

I take my razor and
slit your throat,
you didn't even gasp,
you didn't even choke.

And its like I'm covered
in rose petals on the floor,
and I feel my heart repair
itself at your expense some more.

But these rose petals
are now leaking out your blood,
and I realize, your dead
and what Ive done.
I know its all over...

You didn't get the girl.
You will never have me...

And Im poking invisible
rose thorns into your throat
to make it clear to me,
that your dead, and my heart is clearly satisfied again.

I gather up all my hurt,
and sparkle it all around him,
yes my pain is now his,
and he feels the thorns of my razor blades kisses...

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