Caress my bruises and kiss away my salty tears.
Lips of blood make me understand you less.
Nothing in me gets invoked when you speak words of grudge.
I'm a lover's whore, a prostitute to my needs and I'll accept anything to feel significant.
My soul bleeds and sheds its own mass. My body cries when the earsplitting roars hit me.
I hate you I love you I hate you I love you...
Passion is a beautiful obnoxious thing...