TheTwighlight
Bluelighter
Cutter - Masochist
Crimson blades feel clean
Make me pay, then stain these sheets
Now I know her cure
"Slit" means home for her
Maybe I'm an abscess
needing to be healed
Maybe I need Access
to see if I can feel
anything but absence
underneath this steel
Doom becoming atoms
The wrath of gloom revealed
Now I know for sure
This means war for her
Heaven knows her source
This means blood, of course
Carved in epidermis,
a tongue I can't explain
The layer where the hurt is, still
burning, turning grey
Bound to find an answer hidden
in disguise
As I try to entrance her,
she's planning my demise
Hell has drones on tour
Queens need thrones, not sores
Heaven grows their own
She needs clones cuz of
evenings drenched in gore
Scars and stabs galore
Knives slice patterns thin
Bleed!
Be born again!
Crimson blades feel clean
Make me pay, then stain these sheets
Now I know her cure
"Slit" means home for her
Maybe I'm an abscess
needing to be healed
Maybe I need Access
to see if I can feel
anything but absence
underneath this steel
Doom becoming atoms
The wrath of gloom revealed
Now I know for sure
This means war for her
Heaven knows her source
This means blood, of course
Carved in epidermis,
a tongue I can't explain
The layer where the hurt is, still
burning, turning grey
Bound to find an answer hidden
in disguise
As I try to entrance her,
she's planning my demise
Hell has drones on tour
Queens need thrones, not sores
Heaven grows their own
She needs clones cuz of
evenings drenched in gore
Scars and stabs galore
Knives slice patterns thin
Bleed!
Be born again!
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