Too Sweet

Sour, sweet liquid
Be my savior
Numb this bleeding heart
Mop up my red sorrow
Quiet my behavior

Ozzing red blisters
Burn again tonight
Press hard on my strings
Give in to the agony
Don't try to fight

Sick, drenched vioce
Scream out your hate
Force out the demons
before they consume you
Before it's too late

Sweet silent tears
Burn down my skin
A daily surrender
I fall to the floor
Self loathing wins

by DeadPoet
posted on 04/17/2008