kissing razors

The very thought of you makes me sick
I puke up my feelings
And shit out my heart
The the thought of your lips touching mine again
Rips my throat apart
Kissing you would be deadly
Like kissing razors
The bite of cold steel
Is nothing compared to you
Or the pain you make me feel
Hell may be full
But with you back on earth
There's a spot open for us
You said you loved me
That you'd stay forever
But I'd rather burn in hell for eternity
Then feel the touch of your claws
Or the sting of your venomous
Fucking
Lies
Bitch.