(no subject)

[silent_lust]

Cut my wrists.
Hang me out to dry,
'Till red runs no more.
Then your dirty linen is clean.

Hang me on the line,
In clear view of all.
Why don't we share
What you won't talk about?

Let the breeze kiss me-
Taking away my sins.
On the breath of a sigh,
Shall I be cleansed?

Let us air our views,
Share our woes.
I shall weap tears of blood;
As you cry over corruption.