The slightest touch
A brush of lips...

Curling letters on a pretty wrist
Blooming red against thin skin...

When you hear my Roar, as I tear into your sides...
"Come with it when you do." He said...

You make me feel
Like no one else ever could...

My love it burns,
like the flame of the sun...

Ill rot you from the inside out
Ill make you burn until you scream and shout...

Was her love just that much sweeter?
Her touch just that much more kind...

One pill
Two pill...

Perfect
At least...

I want to be the one
Who makes your eyes light up...

Twisting and turning
My insides are burning...

How wonderful it would be
To sink into sadness...