Nails In My Coffin. (Haha)

Nail marks on her body,
We lost control again,
The sheets are smudged with crimson,
Blurred blood of a friend.

The bruises start to show,
Wear them like secret scores,
The room feels like it's spinning,
I think that I should go.

Lick the bloody lines,
Pretty pictures of dull lust,
Remember every (twisted/sorded) moment,
The thrill tainted with disgust.