Licking Our Wounds like Salt's On Our Tongues

Sat, 14 Jan 2006 12:50:24 GMT

Like this fire raging inside,
my heart burns to dust.
As the flames arise
every second my eyes seek lust.
I'm melting from within
my words ignite into desperate sin.
Intoxication comes again.
All the callouses and scabs
will never heal, they'll be scars in the end.
Needles fill,
and your touch will
bring me closer to sanity, farther from me.
Now, I'm blind with ecstasy
your bare skin is all I see, or feel.
We aren't healing our cuts,
just making them that much worse.
Licking our wounds like salt's on our tongues.
you're the leech I need,
who stops my heart from beating.
and your heart, is mine to eat.

We Wrote Our Words Out like a Death Sentence

Sat, 14 Jan 2006 12:39:35 GMT

The light in your eyes
brings mine to rain again.
The halo of yours they stole,
sold for sick prices, pennies for pleasure
Let's leave here, you and I,
we'll go somewhere far,
away from the world which wishes to tear us apart.
Maybe for one night we can be together,
one final night, we can ecape,
and drive a stake into and through the world's black heart.
They want us to bleed. They're after our blood.
Never gave us a chance, or our love.
The devil can make room in Hell, and then
I'll give up live itself
to hold you again.
They'll find us.
Motionless under some pale sky.
As just memories.
They have our blood.
But they'll never kill our love.

Wrote My Words like a Death Sentence

Licking Our Wounds like Salt's On Our Tongues

We Wrote Our Words Out like a Death Sentence