You take a knife to my flesh

And draw on me;

Playing with different designs.

You carve your name into my arms…

Carve into me your words of hate

(I am a book-

You carve into me your story)

But you then carve in that you love me,

Before licking up my wounds.

My turn…

I take the knife to your flesh

And draw different designs.

I carve my name into your arms,

And fill your body

With my story

Through words of hate,

But then that I love you,

Before licking up your wounds.

Losing blood and dieing, side by side we lay;

Both ending the other's story

Told through words of hate

(With love.)