On The Floor

Ajon4wheels

Cut my rotten flesh and make me bleed red

I like how it feels when the knife breaks my skin

And then watch the red patterns when I am nearly dead

Fuck you and fuck my all of sins

 

Watching the red blood spurting from me

Fading slowly away from this life

At last, I am fucking free

I am laughing, as I see the famous white light

In your hand I left the knife behind,

What a beautiful sight

you will find

 

Leaving you with the mess that I made

My limp pale body is in your arms

I guess, I was fed up with the games that you played

Trying to lift me up, but I guess am now in the dark calm.

 

Slipping in my blood. You found nothing but more blood

 

As I lay on the floor,

  • Author: 4wheels (Pseudonym) (Offline Offline)
  • Published: March 11th, 2024 05:43
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    Then what?



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