masochism born from your love - 7:42 PM

our affair left a cigarette burn on my flesh

that still tingles whenever you roam into my daze

which leads me to wonder if I even made a mark

if I ever was the hurricane that left you desolate, lifeless

as you did with me.

cos, baby, we were divine

and right now, I'd like another taste of your celestial magic

I'd like our electric souls to collide once more

just once

so that I'll feel rejuvenated by your degenerate temper

that never failed to hypnotized me somehow.

maybe this time around you won't let me into your garden of eden with the promise of eternal love just so you could banish me to hell once I got comfortable

so you can form a paradise with another.

ah, the plight of unrequited love is fatal.

yet dying by your hand

is the only way you'd ever touch me.

so kill me, darling, kill me softly.