Wandering eyes through the rain

The water was cold and my hands were shaking

I took a taste

It was such a waste

Left a line of blood upon my face

Voices emerge from the crowd inside

Their bodies entwined

Moving side to side

A mob of flesh

It was easy to hide

I laid my head on the door and closed my eyes

It smelled so sweet so I came in close

And in the din of the lights I couldn't possibly know

That this would turn to something deadly in the sense of being dead

And then this touch...

It became a scene

Futile attempts to return clean

And half a heart that hopes for it to mean a little more than touch for touch

Touch me

Touch me

Hold me close and never let me go

Touch me

Hold me

Leave me dead and never let me know you never wanted this