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
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