enveloping into myself
i am a fucking trainwreck in slowmotion
moving frames per second
in the caverns of your burning eyes
i can be whatever you want me to be
i can bend to your will
you just have to bleed fuel for me
find yourself in the dark
midnight sex made to be something cheap
made to be something bleak
made to be bright but not too beautiful
take the veil off the curtains
hugging the walls like jeans on drowned men
burn
burn
burn
I'm probably going to burn this in the end
just to prove a point to you and your majesty
No comments:
Post a Comment