Hung by my neck and by my thighs
Raw meat for his hungry eyes
And sweet taste for my dying tongue
A thousand years spent in the sun.
Hot and cold and sweating and aching
No sound alive but my heart breaking
Losing everything I thought was myself
In the process of loving - thus going to Hell.
In reckless lust, we lost control
Fused together by skin and soul
We never meant to stay together
But we collide, relapse, and collapse forever...
So now we're stuck between the lines
That seperate our wrong from right
Frozen like a skipping track
Can't go forward but never go back.
Author notes
Strange little thing I jotted down one day and wanted to put up here. Thoughts, anyone?
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