Blood Razor Blades

I wrote this poem to my friend, she wanted me to lol.

 

Cutting deep inside my hands
Sharing the pain of my past
Going underneath my skin
Falling deep within
Your lips are painted with blood
Kissing things that turn to lust
You grasp with me and thrusts
Doing things that I could trust
The veins have gone pulsing out
I love your screaches and your shouts
Being murdered in a temtpting position
I will stay that's my decision
The Bloody Razor Blades have gone to rust
I disappear with the roaring dust...

R.D.M. II
1-26-08