2.13.2011

Wrecked

Virtue stolen by degrees
And inches of skin
It's getting awfully hot in this room
His sin soaking through the
Shower curtain wrapped around
Her neck

Don't ever tell

I'd slit a throat
To save a life

At the end of hell
His bloodless body
Slips from my grip

Nobody will ever tell

Claustrophobic tendencies
In an empty room
Banging down the door
At the end of the hall

Meet me in the bathroom
Suspicious glares from the
Exit signs
Escape won't be easy
But it never is
Nobody said a thing
About this to me

We all know
What happened was wrong
We're all here
To help you stand strong

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