Sour
It's a sweet day the sun is shinning as i play umong the tree's
i dont think of what the dark brings
innocent and sweet you taste, your mouth waters of the thought
taking what is mine and making it yours
your a theif of many kinds
as i lay, my heart beats rapidly for i know you will come
my body trembiling and sweating as i hide under the covers
i tell my self to breathe to know that i am still alive
i hear my door open and count the steps to my bed
my night is getting darker and darker
my eyes weep as my soul screams
for i am chilled with fear
as i am forced to please
left alone i cry
my cheeks soaked with dirty tears
my hands of filth i cant wash them clean
i cant speak my mouth dry and hollow
your sour i now swollow...
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