Let me taste the rouge on your lips…
I am as pale as the moonlight on a foggy night,
The blood beneath my skin rushes out
To free itself from this body of desire,
As the needles of memory pierce my skin.
Your words are forged out of the sharpest steel
And you care not to whom you hurl those daggers
You have flung the sharpest right into my heart
And there it stayed until this very minute.
Let me taste the rouge on your lips…
I am as cold as the permafrost
I need the warmth from the blue flames of sadness
Let my thoughts be sent directly to your heart,
That you may know how you make me suffer.
Let me taste the rouge on your lips…
I am immobile as a marionette,
Only for a taste of your lips do I endure this agony.
But fain would I bow down to Death’s scythe,
If not a touch of your hand I feel this instant.
Let me taste the rouge on your lips…
My blood scatters around me
Like red petals against the backdrop of snow
Ah… the pain and the sadness and the torture…
They all make me want to taste the rouge on your lips.
Apr 20, '08 2:01 AM
for Miracle's network
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