my brain freezes from the toxicity of the
unbearable lightness of brathing,
it's ok though
i can adapt this passion to your grace
and your preciouse porcelain face,
it must be hard though...
to slam your own life through a wall of needles
to crack the mask of your already bleeding face,
i'll take care of you though
i'll make it all ok
i'll break it all into a thousand pices of fire...
i'll do it by using this hand
i'll do it by using these lips
i'll gently press myself into you with
the solitude yet sensational feelings of being
Slammed into the Floor...
goodnight sweetly acidic love...goodnight