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