Lips Of Glass

Kiss me

 

With lips of

Glass

That I might feel you

Break

 

That I might feel you

Crack

And shatter

 

That I might feel…

Something

 

 

Blood runs from

Cracked lips

But you spill only wine

 

A taste like summer

Deep and rich

 

(We’ll measure addiction

By whatever’s left)

 

While I bleed

Drops of life

With a metallic tang

 

 

Kiss me

With lips of glass

 

(And we’ll measure

Passion

In blood and broken shards)

 

And if this is love

I’ll bleed to death

Reviews

[Beatrice Mars]

wow, disturbing.

(And we'll measure
Passion
In blood and broken shards)

love it