Those Dark Eyes

Those dark eyes on me Like a candle-wax scraper Cut me with your love Then graze me with affection Dip me in your world Of damaged imperfection Addicted to those dark eyes Suspense of a frozen look Soft feelings on my back Before the thrust of a rusted hook Ah but I like those dark eyes And the uneasiness I feel When I hold onto broken glass You rest my head down on the steel Addicted to the prick Contamination that surrounds me Rip my skin off piece by piece At peace every time you drown me Scabs feeling coarse I like it like sand paper Those dark eyes on me Like a candle-wax scraper