Stitch Me Up
And you led me through the sand You took me by my hand With your soft warm grip That firm dictating lip I miss you by the day When the lonely night is chased away I miss you when it’s dark In jokes and sundry lark. Come here now Pick me up Throw me down Stitch me up.
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Her eyes are still open Her head is hung low Blood trickles along her eyebrow While her eyes adjust to the blow. His arms rise again, Towards the speechless sky. Plunging ahead with the axe, He gives
At the altar of love, She offers herself. He drops an axe, Over her head. The drop came – Without a blink. Did he even Stop to think? A shock to the body A gap on the skin A gush of blood The slit bur