His Kiss.
My Bliss.

Self-mudalation feels as good as masturbation.

Love me as i am,
or dont love me at all.

If I give you my hand,
will you take it?
If I give you my heart,
will you break it?
If you didnt love me,
would you fake it?
If I give you my all,
could we make it?

My wrists cry crimson tears.

Deliver me promices of broken lies and false hopes.

I carve your innitials into my wrist so the memory of you stays, but the memories with you pour out in blood; then are forever incased deep under my skin.

The mystery behind her so many years of tears,
Is finally told...
In the crimson pool,
That surrounds her cold lifeless body.

>Close_your_eyes<
&& Surrender
2 you Darkest Dreams.

Lust Dies.
True love lasts FOREVER!!!