Your heart beats, calling out to me, the sound echoing in my head ricocheting back to me.
My heartbeat banging against my chest, in sweet synchronicity like an urgent fist pounding at the door, begging you to open it.
Velvet cloaked carnage, my scope aiming right at you, that is how it will happen to you.
Her rifle shoots silently,a stiletto wearing sniper, you will never know when she is coming for you.
Her bullet driving right through you, blasting out your back, you are on your knees now, the metal, sweet medicine.
The only thing you know now is that you want more but I will never be yours.
I am a collector of hearts and a man's heart is made of glass.
My heartbeat banging against my chest, in sweet synchronicity like an urgent fist pounding at the door, begging you to open it.
Velvet cloaked carnage, my scope aiming right at you, that is how it will happen to you.
Her rifle shoots silently,a stiletto wearing sniper, you will never know when she is coming for you.
Her bullet driving right through you, blasting out your back, you are on your knees now, the metal, sweet medicine.
The only thing you know now is that you want more but I will never be yours.
I am a collector of hearts and a man's heart is made of glass.