Mar 29, 2005 13:29
It's running down my cheek,
With the signature of love in disappearing ink.
It's scarring underneath the skin,
And adding yet another blemish to my soul of sin.
It's following the path of my reddened river,
Even though I take the time to cover it with this gold and silver.
There's a sliver of a shred of happiness still left here.
But no please,
Don't come near, for fear
We may kill,
What is only the size of a pill.