| I'm weak and on my knees over you, but yet I'm still in control, if I was any other fool I'd be dead by now, but my pride is screaming in my head telling me not to give in, just to continue the love for sin. Feeble energy is losing out to my hands digging this ditch, I'm about to place myself into a cold grave. I shall not bow down and become a slave, for just what I have had a taste. Yes, I must admit its good, but I will not lay down and quit. I couldn't if I tried, see beautiful Angel I am ruled by my pride. Thus for it, I may have a one way ticket on a firey ride. but I'll keep my eyes open wide, and I'll never break or live to be your amusement, if I am anything, I am your noose. You just haven't noticed my love, you Anticipating Angel of fidelity and beauty, possibly even a sweet yet bitter soaked virginity. I rose from my bleeding knees to face you, after getting the refreshing drink, I held back, and didn't spit in your face. I could have easily taken that delicate soul, made it a slave, a puppet, made it moan. As you once did, not long ago, as I was held down by my own screaming needs. Now the want is filled, and the price is paid, maybe I'll give you a little prick like a rose and begin the raid. See, I'm overly curious, how your going to feel in that astounding bed, will you return the favor, and repay the debt? I'll have you sinking down, I'll run my fingers over your once proud crown, as I give you a new gift, that your lips have just found. This is how I mend. |
