• french the razor
    getting braver
    feel the pain
    of the techno raver
    paper slices
    hearts of ices
    silent torture
    as the knife blade dices
    unblinking eyes
    he laughs when she cries
    impending doom
    watching as she dies
    kiss on the lips
    but never the mouth
    keep your eyes up here
    while your hands travel south
    knife on my knee
    butterfly flesh
    eyes into mine
    draw my last breath
    trace the blood
    up my thighs
    my heart is yours
    but you`re not mine
    cover my mouth
    and slice my skin
    crimson designs
    pain on a whim
    kiss my face
    and bite my lips
    tears of blood
    on your fingertips