Knife hands

Touch me,

Cut me,

And love me.

What a sick twisted game,

Our flame apon a wick 

Not a bon-

Hardly a bond at this rate.

Carly, call me,

yeah it’s late

But calm me.

Lusci lips,

Sweet whisps,

Behind,

the deepest 

secrets,

Need I remind her knife hands.

A Slight caress leaves a hint of iron

Fighin the lion,

Defyin Aphrodite.

After lying it’s fine,

But after hours it’s sad and sower.

Shower,

the blood rinses,

scars itches,

Love promised riches,

It’s fools gold.

Two hates creates passion,

Wake to

a new day,

It’s the same.

Been at it so long

His name has been addict.

A ring marks the spot to chop,

Lawfully wedded the dead,

Dreams, Forever in loving memory.

Together, more a suffering nightmare.

A slight glare of confliction,

Nights full of depression,

Unsure of direction.

For one he loves

But,

Need I remind her knife hands.

Broke from one prob,

Poke from one prod,

Lawd we back to it,

Screw-in around,

Passion in the closet.

Blade keeps the blood clotted,

Unstoppable when sorrowful 

Couple seconds feel alive 

Then they leave you wanna die.

They’re marks still reside 

On the skin 

Right in the left center the knife goes.

Its my fault 

I’m sure.

Maybe I’m the one that swung?

Baby I sung apologies,

Darlin please,

Rest with me,

In peace,

Along with your knife hands.

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