A kiss is what you call it torture is what befalls it. A sweet taste of
victory, lips of red.
Is now my confined doomed destiny instead. Your lips so sweet making even
the devil weep for a taste of your wretched skin.
And yet not even the angels are safe from there high pearly gates and the
tortures of nothing more than sin!
My unquenchable thirst of your lips brings me outside sanitys grip, then
crumbles away to leave a deep recess within my way.
Where once one was whole now lies nothing but bitter dismay.
And as your kiss sent a uncontrolable bliss within ones soul and rein.
This knife is sharp and headed streight through my heart but yet does not
quench my pain.
Your kiss of another and I can never recover. I have never felt such
suffering and pain.
With every beat of my heart life is torn more apart and no longer can I
live with my pain.
As the blade found its mark my lips still apart and quiver from your lips
and that kiss!!!!!


 
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