Red Dragon Rose
*he walks over to a couch and lays down. He wraps his wings around himself as he looks up at the ceiling, his eyes burning a soft red*
*She jumps off the stage and sits on Dragon's chest*
Small simple safe price
Rides the wake and carry me with all my regrets
This is not a small cut that scabs and dries and flakes and heals
and I am not afraid to die
I am not afraid to bleed
and ********
and fight
I want the pain of payment
whats left but a section of pigmy size of cuts
much like a slew of a thousand unwanted ********
would you be my little cut
would you be my thousand ********
and make mark leaving space for the guilt to be liquid
so fill and spill over and under my thoughts
my sad sorry selfish cry out to the cutter
I'm cutting trying to picture your black broken heart
love is not like anything
especially a ******** knife
(Used)