Donnerstag, 26. September 2013

ice-cubes

when I see your beautiful face,
it feels like ice-cubes are falling

into my stomach.
like someone fills me up with

ice-cold water.
your smile drowns me.

your warmth burns me.
from the inside.

your voice shoots me.
and your word are

like little knifes
in my skin.

everything you do
kills me.

but babe,
I really love death.

I really want to
die.





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