A Gothic Romance: Red Roses for the Devil's Whore

Monday, October 02, 2006

Am I trying too hard?

Am I trying too hard? Is this starting to die out too? The only thing that could make me happy... Damn! I knew it was meant to end up this way, that this couldn't be anything else than friendship, but I'm the one who's ruining it all and I freaking know it! GOD do I hate myself sometimes!

I hate this fucking life! Why does nothing makes sense anymore! Dammit!


Your cruel device
Your blood, like ice
One look could kill
My pain, your thrill

I want to love you but I better not touch
I want to hold you but my senses tell me to stop
I want to kiss you but I want it too much
I want to taste you but your lips are venomous poison
You're poison running through my veins
Youre poison, I dont want to break these chains

Your mouth, so hot
Your web, Im caught
Your skin, so wet
Black lace on sweat
I hear you calling and its needles and pins
I want to hurt you just to hear you screaming my name
Dont want to touch you but your'e under my skin (deep in)


(Alice Cooper - Poison)

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