Like an empty thick air
I like to hear you
Go whispering around my neck
Warm me..i am cold like heck
Scared of living …yet afrade to die
Scars of dark red on my heart make you cry
A damaged sin…an innocent dream
A bizarre minded word
From my black painted soul
Screaming your pain out
Deep and dangerous like a hole
Scares you and frights even
Your honey flavoured lips
Like a fear that’ll guide you
I won’t let you go.
copyright Art Damage 2007
I like to hear you
Go whispering around my neck
Warm me..i am cold like heck
Scared of living …yet afrade to die
Scars of dark red on my heart make you cry
A damaged sin…an innocent dream
A bizarre minded word
From my black painted soul
Screaming your pain out
Deep and dangerous like a hole
Scares you and frights even
Your honey flavoured lips
Like a fear that’ll guide you
I won’t let you go.
copyright Art Damage 2007
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