|Paint it Red
Author: DeVain PM
"I was virgin thought of, virgin fucked"Rated: Fiction T - English - Hurt/Comfort/Angst - Words: 154 - Published: 10-14-12 - Status: Complete - id: 3065632
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Paint it Red
I'd never been kissed before,
not even touched, I was virgin thought of, virgin fucked.
Bastard, you took my hand and led
me into the desert, told me it'd be okay,
that we'd be together forever an' a day but now I pray.
Praying all night for god to heal this wound
where you pierced me in the side.
My dreams are hot scratching
at the sand between my toes
drinking the hard stone spilling my blood
lamb on the slaughter table in the distance
there is a mirage a pool an oasis a church
a prayer book a candle bud
a confession box
I was blind but now I see that
you've painted me red; painted my hands red, my eyes red and my groin red.
Memories. I have memories of you tearing into
me, your tight, cold hands and blistering kisses.
I cry, cry for the boy I