Sometimes I get that feeling
When you're cutting me open;
Like I'm 15 again.
Like I can't tell you to stop.
Your left hand pressed against my side,
You start the incision with your right.
And to tell you the truth:
Sometimes I don't want you to stop.
When I'm lying flat and cold on your table
And I can feel the metal on my flesh,
The precision of the blade...
...Just keep going.
No anesthetics,
No painkillers
Just the numbness of knowing,
Knowing you're there
And you don't feel a damn thing.
I start to bleed
And I wont tell you to stop..
..Cos it's the only time you ever touch me.



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