patchwork child

my dear

my dear
you smell of sweetest roses
your thorns pierce my cold heart
i think you've killed me
blood spills from my mouth
oh, but please never disappear
please never speak a word to another
i can't stand it
i am being eaten alive
it's only fair that you let me into your heart
let me crawl inside your flesh and rest a bit
i'm so tired, my dear
so allow me to slumber in your pretty head
i could eat you up
and maybe i will
you taste so nice, my dear
i am yours