Feeding Fingers
All of My Prisons
I removed my face for someone young"Don't feed this to anyone But yourselfBecause I Think That anything other than this Is impossible..."As crawling soresCompete forYour skinYou are smaller than your voice isAnd you are smaller than yourAgeAll of my kisses live deep in prisonsThat calm diseases in yourHeadYou've given me soft beliefs in thoughts that Haven't hadI melt slowly like glass through walls for youAnd I don't believe it's wrongTo feed my face to someone Young
From Letras Mania