Silky injections

  With your blood on my hands I clasp them together with my fingers sore my knees skinned  my heart torn I bow my head  blood and all I pray for my love  who happens to be you  Once again I have proven  that my love will always last Even if that means you don't

  Navigate through a beautiful world,  and let it ask, Do you envy me? The knowledge that you will never have what you desire so badly. Run after what will never be yours. Ache in the morning from the soreness of it.  Find yourself scheming for something you think you deserve. Fourth does your heart have to travel despite Despite being hungry for more, when only having so little.