you hold it high, but you love me, cant hurt me, its your turn to cry...
I see you, not just the lustful flesh. I see you, the inside. the soul, you're something new. I see you, and no further do i look. I see you, and my heart, no longer red is a depressing blue. I tear it out, pull it out, bite the arteries off. I tear it out, no longer in my chest, yet it beats. it shouts. It lays in my palm, a bloody mangle of blue and red. It lays in my palm, you stare at it, not scared, how can you be so calm? It's yours i say, you smile, you laugh, I think you're amazed. It's yours i say, you shift it to your hands, in your palm it lay. You caress it, touch it gently, press it sensuosly. You caress it, it beats faster, and faster, red flames, a fire is lit. It sprays red, blood splashes you, your face covered with sweetness. It sprays red, the blood arouses you, its scent fills your head. You want ...