Thursday, September 13, 2007

[skin] delirium


Feel the heat
The sweat
Your scent on my face and your skin on my hand
Can’t breathe
My sin on your mind
My skin on your back
Your hand on my hand
Feel the heat
Taste my fear
Kill my need
Save my soul
Take the sweat into you. Feel me burning
Can’t breathe
Take a little bit of my disbelieve and get me closer to your world
Hurt me when I say …
Kill if I try…
Touch me if I…
Smile at me when I die.

1 Comments:

Blogger solrac said...

Moreover, dieing is continuousness burn of the though «if».

12:59 AM  

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