Black leather sex
And sweat stained sheets
With tear stained pillows
Crimson on your cheeks
O’ king of kings
O’ god almighty
Does this torment ever stop?
8 slashes…. and 1 to go.
Keep your eyes on the mirror for what happens next…
Is it true love?
Or just my next bitch?
Your cuts will heal
Bruises will disappear
The image in your mind will keep perfectly still