In The Dead Of Night, In Torn Ascunder
Nicotine And Bacteria Escapes My Bruised Insides As We Make Our Way To Your Window
You Tell Me Facts To Make Me Smile
So I Do You A Favor
Our Lips Meet…
I Feel Next To Nothing
You Wrap Your Arms Around Me, Embrace Me
I Can Hardly Breath
I Hold Onto You By Your Slender, Fragile Waist
All I Feel Is Pain
The Feeling Of Torn Flesh
I Remove My Arm From You To Discover Blood Soaking Into Your Pink Pajamas
Its Not Your Blood
My Eyes Veer Towards My Arm
Intricate Ridges Were Reopened
The Chess-Board Has Been Reset
Torn Open
But I Feel No Pain From This
This Is Merely The Surrogate Scource Of My Uncomfort
My Chest Hurts
You’ve Only Called Me Here For One Reason…
You Just Needed A Fix
Just Admit To Your Alterior Motives Already
Go Ahead And Do It
Finish Me Off
I Wont Mind, I Cant Feel It
But I Still Can Feel The Intensity Of Being Used
Im Suffering, Just Kill Me Now
You Dont Love Me
Youll Just Let Me Suffer
Wont You, My Love?
If Im Not Loved At Least Im Wanted