#so any form of love I'll accept is the brutal intense one (hard kisses and crushing hugs) instead of gentleness

[monomorphilogical]

Teething heart

I need my heart to beat again,

circulate the life inside of me,

hold me down, crack my ribs,

let me feel that crush of yours.

I've never known another way,

no real prayer looks the same,

but some things never change;

hands with something to prove.

I kill everything that holds me,

one man's sin is another's God,

and you know that I'm no saint,

and God knows I'm soaked in it.

I need to feel something again,

sink your teeth into my tongue,

blood is thick, I couldn't bleed,

let me taste that kiss of yours.

The sword in your heart is me,

but you hold it up like a torch,

hide the hurt with white roses,

how will anyone forgive my sin?

'Cause Lord knows I'm no saint,

I'm soaked in your bloody love,

I kill everything that holds me,

one man's sin is another's God.

I need to restore my faith again,

I've committed too many sins,

but you hold me oh so gently,

and you refuse to let me leave.

I've become some God to you,

crowned with the rose's thorn,

bloody red on that white horse,

and I beg of you to chase it off.

I'll kill everything that wants me,

and I know you're not some saint,

but I refuse to be soaked in this,

one man's sin is another's God.