Deceit leaking from your lips ensure I shall never trust you.
There is a sore forming in the small depth around the edges of your mouth.
I suppose the lies slice far too deep;
Does it hurt to swallow?
One of these days I'll strangle my fingers in your [too] long hair.
Beg you to scream your [all too familiar] sweet lies;
In the flesh of my [bruised] neck.
I wanna know what your bloody lies taste like,
so fucken bad.
First hand, I've tasted the lingering scent of blistered whispers,
To be honest, they taste like shit.
I have a blinding sensation that the feel of
My tongue sucking the lies from your tattered tongue
Will taste like a Sinned version of Heaven.
I can't help but wonder if it will ever happen,
And if it does will you taste them too?
Will they be as sharp going down for me as they are you,
and if I choke will the truth be enough to save me?
or will I bleed out through my soul.
Oh and God forgive me if I happen to die in your arms
I couldn't imagine the pain it would cause you
if I bled out,
bled out on your brand new shoes.