PEACE, LOVE, LIGHT!
The pain is unbearable, my heart skips a beat; my lips bruised for days, from holding it in. So I just give in, and take a tall drink, and then one more sip, but there's no release.
The smell of pure lust, is covered in loss; I can't seem to stop, each drop makes me drunk. But I'm craving deep, so I just persist; although the strong taste is making me sick.
The wound is so deep, it's making me bleed, explosion of colors that feel like true silk. Locked in a room, with waves that crash in, splashes of glass that pierce through my skin.
This new aftertaste has brought in new tears, reminding myself that it wasn't real.