robotfuckface

my fingertips across your lips
leaving trails of blood and ashes
whisper threats and promises
as tears spill from your lashes
and do you think that it will hurt
when lust with hatred crashes?
and can we tell the two apart
when the dark inside me thrashes?

your skin is like a symphony that only i can hear
the music swells and fingers bend and i can taste your fear
but worry not i promise love that death wont find you here
as long as you can help me for a moment disappear

hurting you: the sweetest bitter i can swallow