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Masochistic Love

Iron is all I can taste
from the blood rushing down my throat,
and your hands are bruised from the punches
you keep giving at the wall.

Who would have guessed that I would end up this way,
loving to hate myselft and hating to love you,
and all this happily ever after bullshit's
got nothing in this twisted relationship we share.

You hit me in the face when I ask you what's wrong
and you laugh that evil laughter,
and you give me that crooked smile,
and you fuck me again until I cannot speak.

People say that we are not living
that we have lost all of our sanity
but when you cut my skin and make me bleed
Babe, I have to say, this is better than Heaven and Hell!

I don't regret when you took off my wings
feather by feather you made me scream
your eyes were so inyected with pleasure
and that's when I knew, I must have loved you for sure.