Saturday, 8 August 2015

With My Bare Hands

I smoke you
With tobacco that never ends
I choke you
With My Bare Hands

I'm a rapist lyricist
My life a living nightmare
I've got a sadomasochistic itch
Because lust isn't fair

I poke you
With desire that never ends
I choke you
With My Bare Hands

I cannot stand
Your eternal grace
I cannot understand
Why it keeps me awake

I stroke you
And your curly hair-ends
I choke you
With My Bare Hands

I'm a hopeless romantic
My poetry a dying breed
I'm an insatiable addict
Without hurting you I can't breathe...

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