::..oBSeSSioN iSNT a FauLT..::
It's 11:30 and the pounding of my heart is fighting the pounding of my mind...i sit here in darkness and run my fingers over the many horizontal cuts on my left thigh and the "i wanna runaway!" on my right...glancing down at my left arm, i smile the familiar smile of satisfaction at the design i accomplished in making...now i have to hide....i'll crawl under the dust, the dirt, and the bed...lying there picking at my scabs, kissing the blade, as it is my only obsession...lift up the bedskirt take my hand and say, "Obsession isn't a fault"...and I'll be yours forever...
Will you run your fingers over my scars, and smile the familiar smile of delight at the beauty you stare at?...
Will you pour salt on my open wounds, and laugh as I writhe in ecstasy?(for i love the pain you cause me)...
Will you lie with me under the dust, the dirt, and the bed, kissing me, as I am your only obsession?...And I will pull you closer, take your hand and say, "Obsession isn't a fault..."...Will you be mine forever?
Will you run your fingers over my scars, and smile the familiar smile of delight at the beauty you stare at?...
Will you pour salt on my open wounds, and laugh as I writhe in ecstasy?(for i love the pain you cause me)...
Will you lie with me under the dust, the dirt, and the bed, kissing me, as I am your only obsession?...And I will pull you closer, take your hand and say, "Obsession isn't a fault..."...Will you be mine forever?