Petals In The Grass
Unholy Touch
Spoken harsh
Spoken true
Words that devour my soul
Like starving maggots
My flesh is real
Tender to the touch
Scars that are permanent
The razor is my salvation
Fragile skin does bleed
From my unholy touch
Hands shake slightly
Yet precise in their delivery
Never heeding the warnings
That whisper in the night
Spoken true
Words that devour my soul
Like starving maggots
My flesh is real
Tender to the touch
Scars that are permanent
The razor is my salvation
Fragile skin does bleed
From my unholy touch
Hands shake slightly
Yet precise in their delivery
Never heeding the warnings
That whisper in the night
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Unholy Touch
Unholy Touch