Some infatuation with girls who wish to drink themselves to death. |
Pressing my palms against her chest Theres no heartbeat. I'm such a sucker for girls. Who wish to drink themselves to death Throw back the bottles By midnight it's halloween in the eyes of us By standers. Another swig to drown the screams inside her head It puts them to sleep, if only for an hour And her skin will hide the fact she's dying But inside her soul was taken. "i wanna rest in pieces You can have my heart and my soul..." Her hands stay warm. They reach inside me. They wrap around my heart. And she gets on her knees. She pleads. Pleads. Pleads. "When I stop breathing. Don't kiss me better" And her arm lifted. I wished her veins would stop leaking. I knew there would be blood. Her cuts turned to gray. The grayest shade of sick. The grip on the bottle lessened We watched it fall away. You've found a world now. Where no body can hurt you anymore. And she shut her eyes. The cut on her eyelid weeping tear drops. I knelt beside her . She wouldn't wake up ever again. Her body was cold. Her cheeks like ice. But her hands wrapped around my heart. Were always warm. |