Painkiller.

it hurts

and every kiss, planting roses, you press

down the roads of my neck

leave me b r e a t h l e s s

and you're my aphrodisiac

all glorious nectar clinging to thirsty tongues

and i drink in you,

as you drink in me

and drain my innocence

like blood.

leaving me empty, empty, empty,

and nothing but roses to hold onto.