Monday 24 March 2014

Epitaph

I run, I run
Breathless
I could fall into the arms of a man
A monster or a man

These shadows hands
Rake over my flesh
I know they hide in the dark
Salivating at the thought

I'd give you my broken heart
Rip from my chest and carve in stone.
For you can save me,
Only you can save my soul.

So take me, turn me
Give me the power
Give me your need


Prey becomes predator
Victim becomes perpetrator
I'll tear you apart

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