Take it away.

[sexyswitchblade]

The door closed at dawn, forever
Spit blood and the old weapons vanished
You are my blanked out pages
All the wasted spaces

You're a twisted figurine
Held in glass, captive
Upside down and drifting
Where sharp little teeth kiss goodnight

I can feel the unslept hours
I can hear the ticking of clocks
You can't replace it
You get distracted by the sound

You are a fractured mirror
Sliver of paper in the wind
A desperate measure
A sharp little pang of pleasure