Drenched blood knife
Was I the one supposed to die?
How could you be the one to take my life
All you ever did was lie.
Bound to your arm, elastic.
You look so ill.
You say the taste is fantastic.
Do you not know those things kill?
Drunk on love?
You were just drunk.
Flying away like a dove,
My heart just sunk.
Forever in my soul,
Was torture your goal?
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Author:
roseintime18 (
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