Eyes like violence
lips like blades
there’s no denying
the games we play
teeth like weapons
kiss that kills
face like a dagger
a thrill that chills
arms like chains
legs like bars
hot tempered brain
with a stone cold heart
vice grip tongue
loosely held love
like a portrait well hung
and covered in bugs
hair like serpents
fingers in filth
breast of vermin
a pill to cause ills
ass like a bomb
cunt like a gun
I read a quiet psalm
and wonder where to run
Whoa, Man.
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