Switchblade Kiss: Pleasure and Pain II
I stand,
it hurts,
raining daggers and triple 8’s,
short of breath,
am I dying?
they say you never get over the first one,
I want to,
I’m sick of you,
demonic hurdle,
I wanted your kiss and got it,
but now my mouth and mind
bleed with lies,
you think you can get him?
I thought my heart was gone,
I guess you don’t have one,
or it’s made of black ice,
you’re willing to cause so much Crimson Sorrow
to achieve Indigo Happiness for yourself,
Angelic,
maybe in grief-stricken love,
Demonic,
return to your flaming mind,
and stay away from my Black Ice
Heart!
