born-again

Tonight I long to be loved like a sin, to be bound and showered with curses. So leave your halo at the door and release your inner demon; the one who finds pleasure in torture, the one who knows scratches pave the road to redemption and screams are the sound of a soul seeking heaven.…

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A Seat At The Table

You cure my bad days, you produce medicine made for the soul. A way to relax and count blessings. When your lips are on my lips, I taste heaven. With your hands against the wall and my eyes looking up before you take a seat, I see heaven. Together we form the perfect recipe, you…

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