Daily games of russian roulette
Ruled by a planet loving chaos and danger
Dripping for you when blood comes through
And I see nothing wrong with my lifestyle
Woke up sick this morning, again
And they're all telling me to slow down
But I just can not stand the thought
Of not piercing flesh to see your face
Hit another and I'm back under
I'm jerking in my sleep
I'm fucking you in my dreams
But all they see are dripping streams of red
At it again, today will I make it?
Will evermore I desire being together, naked?
Or will I get the courage to destroy this place,
Face fears and stop using fantasies to fake it?
About the Creator
T. Skye
Writer, poet, hopeless romantic, lover of art, fashion, style, design and self expression through these things. Currently focused on going back to school. Hopefully my writing invokes inspiration and creativity, for others.
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