SOL: Doomed

Offering up flesh like
Unholy sacrifice, baiting sinners to sink their
Teeth into something richer in the hope it
Leads them into damnation

I can’t help toeing the lines of decency
No one is as good as you think they are
No lips are as soft as you expect when you
Plummet head first into them like a trainwreck

3AM Thoughts // AKA “You Lost Me When You Slipped Into Consciousness.”

SOL: Demands

Did she fix you? Was she able to undo the
Years of damage I subjected you to?
Is it still my hands you want applying
The bandage to the wound?
Am I still the one who wounded you?

3AM Thoughts // AKA “A Simple Yes or No Will Suffice.”