My Tourniquet, My Trigger
You will never know the power
of all that you hold
in your hands,
your words,
you can all control.
Pour your hatred on me
then make me feel sweet,
you fill my head with it all.
I don’t want it
but I need it.
You are my tourniquet
you are my trigger
and you have all the control.
So come lay down
and choose my fate.
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