Twinge

Bright red lips tingle with the twinge
Because sour is the taste of you my dearest friend
I am afraid that as the clock of time ticks it's hands do not move
This cacophony of hate, pain and shame married in my brian
This is surely my unrelenting curse as the vile liquid burns down my throat, it deludes all my senses and all I see is vertigo, all my limbs are numb and I begin to feel invisible
Everything sways, this room is such a daze
Oh I'm slamming down the poison cause it helps me feel ok
Creeping down my throat and flowing through my veins
Bright red lips tingle with the twinge
Because sour is the taste of you my dearest friend
Sinking down, I feel it again, crushing of my chest a hopeless emptiness
I feel the twinge
Dreadful sins
No one but me and my closest friend
Bright red lips tingle with the twinge
Because sour is the taste of you my dearest friend