I'll take my dress off
While you watch-
Call it love
When the knife rips
Through my ribs
When the ice pick cracks
My chest, or however
It happens this time.
Suddenly I am an angel
On the cutting floor,
Wearing gore,
A blank stare,
Not much more.
I do it over and over again
I can play
Like this for hours.
I die first.
That's what happens to girls like me
Who die dirty,
Give it up with a shudder like pleasure-
Pray that when we're killed as martyrs
We get loved like saints.
DISassOCIATIVE
Description :
I don't care if it hurts
I wanna have control
I want a perfect body
I want a perfect soul
I wanna have control
I want a perfect body
I want a perfect soul
Son profil
chloeformaldehyde22 ans
Canada
Canada
