A lovers heat
Trapped my soul screams for satisfaction.
My anger chained by anothers morals.
When do my morals and reactions become my own?
Sweet relief is all I beg.
My veins a smelt.
My eyes stones that mark your rest.
Your blood I crave on my tongue.
But a small taste on the tip.
The feel of it on my skin.
Come bask in the warmth of my hatred.
I shall anoint my body with your tears.
My blood yearns for you.
Step closer my love so that I might taste your fear.
-Kim
Trapped my soul screams for satisfaction.
My anger chained by anothers morals.
When do my morals and reactions become my own?
Sweet relief is all I beg.
My veins a smelt.
My eyes stones that mark your rest.
Your blood I crave on my tongue.
But a small taste on the tip.
The feel of it on my skin.
Come bask in the warmth of my hatred.
I shall anoint my body with your tears.
My blood yearns for you.
Step closer my love so that I might taste your fear.
-Kim
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