i cried in a killers arms

your arms once held my fear
but now they hold my satisfaction
i ask for death, but you give me love
my heart though its slowly breaking belongs to him
but as long as your gun is down and your arms open hold me close
let my tears soak into your dark cotton shirt
left the dirt of your travels caress my face
the way the sweet bullet of your gun would have
let me taste the sweet smoke of its barrel, no let me breathe you in
though its his sweet taste i long for and his alluring smell
let the sweat of summer mix with my tears as your warmth surrounds me
sweet salty concoction of my inner death
i could slowly die in your arms if you only had the will
but outside my heart keeps beating it longs for something that remains unknown
unknown to you that is, because it was my heart, until i sold it to my compassion
my death longing soul... maybe i love pain, or maybe pain loves me
but for now in the sweet blackness of your embrace i see only pain
i once knew youd be the one to destroy me
but i never thought id come to you so willing
with tears streaming down my face
and the smell of copper heavy on my wrist
my hearts taken over my mind, it is true i have little time
decisions should be simple like this decision i have made
my words have meant nothing, my actions have shown
id rather die then feel the pain of losing him
but in the arms of a killer i shall cry
i hold the gun to my own heart, his words the bullet
shall my finger slide upon trigger
or shall the gun fall from my hand
the shot rings out
im dead
i guess a killer is a killer
and hope is never real
this gaping wound will never heal