rnDon’t stop till I say tornDon’t drag your teethrnHe tells me nowrnBut how..
Author: damn
Well, I'll be damned
You
You pressed the blade to my skin You ripped away my flesh You watched as scarlet water dripped You didn’t pull back that gleaming knife
Tragic Tradition
That mouse isn’t stirring, cheese flavored arsenic The children in bed, can’t sleep a wink, hyped on speed
Cutting Out My Soul
Watching the blood drip slowly down my arms I think of all the things I’ve ever said