Coming home...

Unlike me to roam
I find him
In his arms, I'm coming home.

We stand still
Holding eachother close
Nothing more than time to kill

Time comes to a stop
As our soft lips meet
Sparks sizzle and pop

As passion starts to morph
His heart hardens
We start to drift

He steps away
Only to look back
To see me begin to sway

Blood dripping
I hold my arm out like a gift
I feel my self slipping

I awaken
Nightmare still fresh
I feel completely shaken

Flowing down my face
Tears cascade silently
With dreams to erase
My razor rips skin violently