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)
- Published: March 11th, 2024 05:43
- Category: Unclassified
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