AngelLawliet09

It's a cut that still aches, heated to the touch, throbbing under prying fingers never healing,  picking the scab and eating that sanguine communion wafer and when I'm on my knees, I'm recalling the last time- a knee bump, a smile, an encounter I begin to wonder if I am a masochist, chest aching with a hollow pounding devotion  to this unknown and when I look at you, I can feel it caressing my heart, stabbing my chest and you're unawares of the skirmish within me a nod and a grin, and an atomic nuke radiating out all of my love into the fallout of whatever logic had remained within myself.

It's a cut that still aches, heated to the touch, throbbing under prying fingers never healing,  picking the scab and eating that sanguine communion wafer and when I'm on my knees, I'm recalling the last time- a knee bump, a smile, an encounter I begin to wonder if I am a masochist, chest aching with a hollow pounding devotion  to this unknown and when I look at you, I can feel it caressing my heart, stabbing my chest and you're unawares of the skirmish within me a nod and a grin, and an atomic nuke radiating out all of my love into the fallout of whatever logic had remained within myself.

Hesitatingly, Till places his hands onto the barrier before hurling his feet up, adjusting himself a bit. He straightens himself up front to the edge and looks ahead. Auf einer Brücke ziemlich hoch Hält ein Mann die Arme auf He pants a little, like his previous task has taken his breath away. Maybe it’s the adrenaline pumping through his veins. Maybe it’s the fact that he stands on the edge of a bridge, nothing more than one step to decide whether to live or die. Da steht er nun und zögert noch Die Menschen strömen gleich zuhauf Auch ich lass mir das nicht entgehen Das will ich aus der Nähe sehen Ich st