DAMAGE

And again I fell in your trap

burlesque angel

with the fire of a demon
and the wounds started to burn again
while I am licking and taste them
I know

they are my friends and I need them

and I know also that
when I play with you I will be without an helmet
and when everything will  feel like nothing
will come my old and faithful  friend :
the pain.

© Diana Mistera 2011