| Listen to the thuds and all the banging going on, walls knocking, rooms rocking. Blood stains left on the sheets, empty bottles laying around, a puddle of booze in carpet, blood soaked tampon string on the night stand, the smell of sex and alcohol lingering in the air, smoke flowing along with the rest of the insanity. Its beauty, its chaos, its all out feel good time. All out feeding before you withdraw. Fuck until you're raw. So what if its a sin? That just means you should bend over and let me do it again! So what if its hard to fit in? That just means I'll love your pain! Skin shredded at the back, flesh torn by teeth at the shoulder, constantly in a menstruated gutter, continue on rolling until we hit the floor, then you can scream that I own you, that you are my whore! Break out the barbwire, who cares what anyone thinks? You got those wound's on your vacation with me! So let me set you free! Slip up with the razor, cut you a little too deep. But that's alright, just more blood for me to drink. Who cares if its a sin? That just means you should use those fingers to hold it open wide! Let me in, then we can find out if those walls are really that thin. So what if it hurts, that just means, I'll stay in its rut when I start to slide! |
