my fleshy vessel of thought, punctured by the twisted delicacy so sweet, more than a month before the festive day. tis was a punishment for my gluttonous behaviour. was i kinder and more controlled person i would have shared the sweets, and saved myself the scrape on my tongue. leaving the distinct taste of my own blood.
the taste of my blood on my tongue
- November 24, 2011
- alterEgo
- No Comments
Add your thoughts
Log in now to tell us what you think this song means.
Don’t have an account? Create an account with SongMeanings to post comments, submit lyrics, and more. It’s super easy, we promise!