So far that I'm broken.
Your whispering fingertips
Tend to dance along painted lips,
But mine were so chapped,
And you were so scared.
You thought I was fragile,
But I was so strong.
Pain was new to me,
Innocence was getting old.
I wanted the thrill of something new,
Of pain sweeping across my limbs.
You obliged with a tender kiss,
I was hooked,
A delicate addiction,
Your positive persuasion.
It only lasted one night.
Three short, sweet words.
One big, selfish lie.
It's all so sureal,
Until it's all too real.
The demon is breathing
Down my neck again,
Murmuring the wicked lullaby.
I will not oblige.
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Ok, two questions; should I get rid of the capitalization at the beginning of every line, and should I get rid of the repetition of the word wicked? =D
