Thursday, April 14, 2016

Questionable

Stained memory 
Filtered high , breathing you in
Holding it in tight 
Black widow flight 
Dangling for the devil 
Grinning from my chin 

Tell me why your hell feels like heaven 
I have this glass of whiskey 
You say I'm not fine wine 
Your right - 

I'll tell you darling 
If you come closer 
You will find 
I'm the poison in your veins 
Runs long past tonight 
A heroin you can't fight 

So I whisper in your ear 
When your alone at night 
Tornequete 

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