Soft delicate embraces, I loathe or love
Weeping, seeping and over all bleeding
Touch me once or twice, burning across my wrists
Sliver, swift gentle lips
The sensations of incandescent kisses
Kissing my blood away yet making more drain out
Don’t go, don’t leave me here
I want more now, you can’t leave me waiting
The scars will remind me of the warming feelings of what I want
The wanting, wanting of your cold metallic lips
But my memory will always remember the days I had…
Kisses with razorblades
