by PDXGuitarHeroPortland, Oregon, USA
Aug 2019 348 Views 0 comments
Scar on my skin
my wrists shackled to her feet
Laughing at my will breaking
a wretch in black lipstick has me
without bones I'm crawling
she stakes her nails in me
scratching my back
blood drains free
venom seeps in and I'm shaking
I sit at my alter
she is my goddess
for her not faulter
she'll keep me in bondage
I am the stain on her soul
she's the scars on mine
without her I'm cold
without me she's fine
Laughing at my will breaking
a wretch in black lipstick has me
without bones I'm crawling
she stakes her nails in me
scratching my back
blood drains free
venom seeps in and I'm shaking
I sit at my alter
she is my goddess
for her not faulter
she'll keep me in bondage
I am the stain on her soul
she's the scars on mine
without her I'm cold
without me she's fine
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Posted: Aug 2019
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