Will you prick my finger and suck the pain away?I thought I buried you deep within my head but you clawed your isveçbahis way back in.You are the stigmata on isveçbahis giriş my hands.You are the scarlet isveçbahis yeni giriş letter dripping wax on my chest.I can taste my regrets on your lips.Singing about valentines and frankensteins you curl me around your fingers.Undo your belt and make me quiver. I want to be your ache. I have spent many years repenting but will you answer my prayers?