if i give you my blood

if i give you my passion

would you wash your hands

and walk away with my

velvety blood red wine

spilling from our touch

i don't have to sell my soul

to give my piece some peace

i don't feel like falling

i don't feel like crawling

i don't feel like crumbling to the floor

like your china doll

tiny little shards

of face and body pain

cremated into powder

my eyes

staring back like glitter

so you wash your hands

and i drink i drink i drink your

velvety blood red wine

dripping from your touch

but i don't have to sell my soul

to give my piece some peace

i don't feel like shattering this time

i'm not your china doll