One swift stroke
And the mood is changed.
One quick slit
And the pain is claimed.
Blood runs from my eyes,
Open wounds gushing tears,
Comforting me when I die.
Pain alluding to my lies.
I ache all over
Shaking inside.
From this pain
There is nowhere to hide.
Wouldn't it be nice
To feel the pain?
To see the blood again?
Moonlite cuttings
Bloody huntings.
What is the reason
Behind this pain?
Feeling the pressure
Again and again.















Comments
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~Obey-Me
I used to stand for something
Now I'm on my hands and knees
Traded my god in for this one
And he signs his name with a capital G
--
~Obey-Me
I used to stand for something
Now I'm on my hands and knees
Traded my god in for this one
And he signs his name with a capital G
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