TERROR

Red eye ... wet cheek.... heart wrung... hands empty...side vacant....Racing to keep up,the keys keep us on delay......And if love was ever a battle, I am already starting to scar.Leaving your mark on me and a wound for me to keep fresh.The sting keeps you on me....A word off the tip, our tongue's tied with more than a word can convey.All you have is a memory... all I have is the thought of a taste...Its my craving for a craving... A taste that could seem familiar if not for the miles.... Sleeve back... pretty wrist... deep enough.... but ill keep me for you... its just the slice that keeps me off the lonely...