- cifra
You're the blood rushing through my head
Once blue and now is shades of red
Read all my secret forms
Ingesting my chloroform
Warmer than my body
You breathe strong and wholly
I’ve got holes in me
Corridors
Lead to nothing more
Than the dead ends
On my twin bed
You’re soft and gentle
Your touch helps me melt
My stone-cold heart
Given me a spare part
Didn’t leave me in the dark
If I could kiss you one last time
I'd tell you what I'd find
I spy with my eye
A grown body
Could’ve sworn it was me
