Those bliss lips,
Slowly murder.
Ripping through my soul,
Like carnage pieces left by a ravenous raptor.
Can't you feel?
Don't you understand what's happening?
I'm dying; for the first time in my life, I'm crying.
These tears carry little ounces of pain.
Pain that cannot be seen with the naked eye.
I....I don't know.
But I can't understand either.
These locked feelings,
Someone has found my key.
And they're opening the lock, with those bliss lips