I'm full of bullet holes from your kisses.
Weak.
From strikes in soft places.
You've broken me down, like a wall.
I used to feel six feet tall. Now I'm six feet under.
You're like a grenade -- knocking me down into a prison I once enjoyed.
My bed.
I can't sleep in a jail cell that once held me before.
Under you I died, and was buried.
My nightmare became a reality.
A secret to forever hold.
No one can know.
But can they see -- my bullet holes?
