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A sense of horror...it is called fear
A sense of passion...it is called love
But your light and tasteful touch...it has no name
Your pale and radient hands they follow track my every move
Your pale and radient hands they trace my very skin
That touch of yours like acid painted delight
A sting that I once endured and thought as life
Tis not of what I thought or dared
Your touch so light, like winding vines ridden of thorns
I cannot indure what you obesses
The skin you marred, like broken glass
Woven of deceit and shadowed lies
Gaze on what you have created
Every touch of yours my eyes deny
These hands of mine are damned to know
They gaze upon where you once resided
No longer do you belong, but why do I still long
They cut so deep attempting to remove scars straight through
Deeper and deeper breaking skin, eradicating every evidence of you
Digging down, leaving crators in what once skin
Sacrifing all to erase the memories
How much more can I with-stand
I dare you not to cause more tamed alure

Description
A sense of horror...it is called fear
A sense of passion...it is called love
But your light and tasteful touch...it has no name
Your pale and radient hands they follow track my every move
Your pale and radient hands they trace my very skin
That touch of yours like acid painted delight
A sting that I once endured and thought as life
Tis not of what I thought or dared
Your touch so light, like winding vines ridden of thorns
I cannot indure what you obesses
The skin you marred, like broken glass
Woven of deceit and shadowed lies
Gaze on what you have created
Every touch of yours my eyes deny
These hands of mine are damned to know
They gaze upon where you once resided
No longer do you belong, but why do I still long
They cut so deep attempting to remove scars straight through
Deeper and deeper breaking skin, eradicating every evidence of you
Digging down, leaving crators in what once skin
Sacrifing all to erase the memories
How much more can I with-stand
I dare you not to cause more tamed alure