free fall for apathy

a prostitution of the past

So cold I can't even feel
The blood run
As you hold me;
Tell me stories
Of men that died
And hardships undone.

We now are
Falling fast,
Cut the rip cord,
Cut your life cord;
Fall on me,
Bleed on me,
Die for me.

Keep the key to your heart in between your legs
Teenage whore.
Die for me.
Give me your strength
Take away my sickness;
Hit the floor and end it all