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I'm dreaming of perfumed winter nights

I'm licking the edge of a knife

tasting you

your venom in my blood

wrapped so tightly in you

I'm choking

but I won't cry

I'll just bury my face

in your dark hair

and beg you to let me tell you

just how much I love you

Let me tell you

I'm falling to the same disease

and I don't want to get better

I'll just hold onto you, love

submerged in a dream

unholy

hands too rough dragging me down

to you, my god of sin

little teeth that prick the skin

and change the blacks the whites

the greys in between

to a perfect shade of red

dripping out of my veins

lying soundless in someone's

fragile fragmented reality

trying to write a verse

for the lips that are

carressing my skin

the hands pulling

out my hair

and the razors they

embedded in my wrists

and the cadence of your voice

when you finally speak my name

aloud