This is My Psychosis

Morbid Thoughts

Neck grabbing
Bone breaking
Our love has always been
Soul crushing
Hearts bleeding
Skin gripping
Choking on words said
Bloodied lips
Fingernails red
Bashing of heads
Teeth gnashing
Wrist slashing
Time and again
We are all but dead!

Love is enough
You said as you break my skin!
Love is enough
Your darkness keeps pulling me in.
Still after all said and done
It’s better to pull out that gun.
Love can beat me black and blue
But it’s better than being without you.



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This entry was posted on March 1, 2012 by in psyKOIsis and tagged , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , .
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