Blood-stained satin and rubber gloves. These are the remnants of our twisted love. The embodiment of need, the outcome of
greed, it is so visual here after the deed. Teeth-marks, and clumps of hair, reminders of the hate we share. I'd
eat you alive if you'd let me you fuck. You'd never eat me, and so is my luck. Red-rimmed eyes, and opaque skin, tips onto the state we're in. Bruises and brush-burn, and now it is your turn. Hit me harder, our souls are sautered, just please remember, I am someones daughter.