Accepting what I cannot

Blood lust

It has been frigid in the last demon's freezer

I let him lick the blood from my wrists so maybe I could be her

We could be the crime scene molded by a soaked-up mattress

Red lips, salt in the slits, hard not to fetishize the parts in my life therapists said were disastrous

Put a knife to my throat but if you ever put it in my back

You will never get another chance

Give me something beautiful but keep it out of the bedroom

I would love for you to love me still want to be fucked like you hate to

Want to be the nicotine stuck to your lips

The taste of iron in a bittersweet kiss

If you can tell I have never been on good terms with my father

So, every step you take I can take it a step further

Need something far more chaotic than the madness in a hatter

Save me from my own self-made hell's and hurt me in a way that matters

Not quite sure if I am making sense

I want to be your baby, but I put all my worth into sex

Stuck in a constant state of survival

It is not any less genuine just a little more primal

Willing to fight any trying to take what is mine

What I hope will stay that way for as long as I am alive

Taking to heart every best friends' illiteracy

There is not a Goddamn soul other than me that knows what is best for me

Maybe it is not as black and white as a blessing or a curse

The same way it is not just faith that resides in a church

I will do my best to be everything, but it may never be perfect

There are sins far behind comprehension even in places of worship

Crazy does not seem to fully explain it

We were driving past ghosts sitting on the pavement

But there was a hand in mine

And for a while I felt no longer haunted by those who have died

I will let what is long dead observe

And they can lecture if I end up hurt