anemictea

Kill me Miss Bunny Love me Miss Bunny I just want your gaze, But your too busy playing cards. Let me feel your eyes Let me kiss your fingers I just want you to know how beautiful you really are But all I can reach is your sillouette. Miss Pretty Baby Miss Lips of Honey Why won't you grin at me anymore? Every shrug breaks my heart, But the stars don't fade, The feeling still fresh, I can't help it Miss Bunny, Can't help but hold onto the time that was almost ours.

I watch as he lifts his fingers, dripping with honey, to my lips. I lick the substance, and it stains my skin, spreading the sin. I can't help but moan as the thought crosses my mind,          that there's no going back, the line has been erased. He kisses and licks at my neck and I shudder. His fingers trailing up my legs, pawing and pulling at the delicate fabric of my underwear. I feel the rush, and my cheeks bleed pink sugar. I am a bashful school girl, eager and willing. No words are spoken. I don't even know how we got here, but I don't want to stop, not now. I love the bruises on my body. I love the blood on my knees. His

I've tried giving people everything they demand Though it's not enough, it was all i had I've lost some things And i suppose i've gotten what i wanted as well So why am i still not happy? I don't understand why i feel so hollow Some nights i am so smothered by it i want to cry But i can't find the tears Some days when i'm not swept up in everyone elses flow I get so lonely i can't keep up my routine I sink into my numbness forgetting where i am And no matter who i surround myself with, I still see it seeping into my vision, clouding up my mind I don't know whats wrong with me

Something in common with, with a devil As I lick these wounds, made by me on this delicate skin I wonder if you think I'm a monster A devil This cancer running through my veins Making me hurt, hurt you Hurt me It's eating its way out of me, Sick All these empty words I mumble Through chapped lips, and dry eyes Hungry It breaks me into a million, million little pieces Where to lay the blame? Who knows Alls I know is it's almost time My skin turning black with sins Help me Words written with a dirty edge Cut into my lips My brain infected with, with these devils I can't stop