..Am i living?
Slice my skin,With your sharp tongue.
Lick the blood,
off my lips.
Bite.
Reality check.
Raw-ness revealed.
And such a pain,
you inflict upon me,
that my senses,
once again,
Frantically,
try to locate,
Love,
in it all.
Passion.
Released monster.
Making hate,
all day long,
through the inky nights.
Consummation,
so raw, so fierce
even the angels,
close their bright,
shining eyes,
block out light.
*see no evil!*
Smelling,
reeking of you,
your hate,
I bow again,
sub-serviant.
Why?
I wish,
it was a question,
i was given a choice to answer....
My life,
an already-answered questionaire.
No choice,
no decisions,
count.
Only regrets,
shroud my presence,
like latex,
i can't slip off.
I'm living.
Yes.
Or am I?
posted by asheyy @ 5:26 AM
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