Saturday, October 1, 2016

my blood..

feel my blood girl,

feel it fall,

as you touch my dying heart,

Taste the taste of death itself,

And be my help,

do what no doctor has ever done,

what no physician or psychologist can,

Give me love,

and take the pain with me,

Be my deadly baby,

the one that tears me apart.

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