Have you ever left like you need an escape,
Just a few days to breathe and get away.
Without inhaling your poison when we kiss,
Without feeling sick at the taste of your blood red lips.
Sometimes it makes me sick to admit it,
But the risk gives me a reason to live.
Knowing I could die at any moment from your touch,
To get the blood pumping and feel the rush.
To touch your skin feelings so wrong,
Like singing without knowing the words of a song.
To drown me in your words that don't seem real,
Is it asking too much of what you feel?
Danger, this could kill,
To make me numb,
I'd take a pill.
To not breathe that air,
Thats slowly killing me,
Poisoned by your fumes of death,
Somethings killing me... |
