Sick sick sick

Sick sick sick in the head
Spilling my guts
My heart
In sharp things and caffeine

Fire and scalding ice on my skin
Acoustic slow and romantic
Horror and gore in my eyes
Music and sweetness in yours

Hurt me please
I can't do it myself
The guilt is like vomit in my veins
Please

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