Cocoon by Pam Hawkes |
Emerging from inside, against my walls,
I'm blushing, I´m desperate.
Laying on my cheeks, despite my anger,
I´m falling, I´m getting crazy.
Reaching my lips, you skip my fingers,
I´m weaker, I´m simply broken.
Hand me scissors, I´ll cut the layers of my sorrow,
Hand me blades, I´ll shave, from my skin, the pain.
The endless words of desire gather against me
While hate and numbness are filling my world.
Damn tears! Oh damn tears! You are wetting my soul.
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