Climb the highest mountain, punch the face of god
Disaster Road Maps
It's a habit,
Sinking steel
Into skin,
Sliding blade,
Over vein,
Slits delicious and
Ripping flesh do
Tantalize and titillate
And I want to bleed I have to bleed I gotta bleed
For release,
My only guilty pleasure;
My horrid sin,
Destroy the outer,
Match the inner.
I want disaster road maps
Lacing directions
On my pale skin.
Moment of terror
Equals a week
Long sleeves.
It's a habit, to fondle
With death,
To molest
The feeling out of
A shard of glass
And watch the
Magnificent dance
Of dripping blood.
1-20-11
Sinking steel
Into skin,
Sliding blade,
Over vein,
Slits delicious and
Ripping flesh do
Tantalize and titillate
And I want to bleed I have to bleed I gotta bleed
For release,
My only guilty pleasure;
My horrid sin,
Destroy the outer,
Match the inner.
I want disaster road maps
Lacing directions
On my pale skin.
Moment of terror
Equals a week
Long sleeves.
It's a habit, to fondle
With death,
To molest
The feeling out of
A shard of glass
And watch the
Magnificent dance
Of dripping blood.
1-20-11
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