The blood from the wounds you gave me stains everything
Even so
I think youre so beautiful
Fangs and all
I love when your lips taste of my blood
When my back stings from the night before
The bite marks in the bend of your arm
Because the truth is I know youre all wrong for me
but just like camel blues I cant seem to quit you
The hurt reminds me im alive
Its so raw
You draw me in
Those eyes
Still shining from your last betrayal
Always
Pull me back
The ink so dearly put into your skin makes my fingers hard to control
They want to rip in
Tear your beautiful pale flesh
Streak it with red
Hints of animosity fill the air as I wrap my hands into your hair
Youre so easily distracted by the kisses turned to bites on your neck
I can never help but chuckle when that thought enters my hazey mind
Because
My dear
Youre the best drug I can get inside myself.
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Short Tales of Woe
Randomwhiny rambles and poems of a sort. mostly random little tidbits