It's this kind of cold, that turns me from milk to acid.
And it's this torment that twists me into guilt.
Save me from my shame
Grab me with your mercy.
Forgive me for my stench of disgrace.
I'll blame you for my actions.
Can I say it's all your fault?
A kiss I couldn't break
Until it was too late.
Bite marks on my chest
A scar of dishonor.
Poetry » Love Rated: K+, English, Angst & Drama, Words: 76, Published: 4/30/2004