You couldn't wash the blood away
Running to the sink
But the well ran dry
Pulling apart your skin
Trying to hide
The crime that you committed
Alone in the dark
Chalking up all the silly remarks
Staining your soul
Along with your shirt
You had no idea you could cause this kind of hurt
But the point wasn't to cover the sin
The point was to live in it
To breath it all in
Suddenly the sin is you and you are it
And the blood on your hands was simply a hint
At what you truly are
A little old flame
Sitting alone
eating hearts
Feb 2, 2017
Feb 2, 2017 at 6:46 PM UTC
You couldn't wash the blood away
Running to the sink
But the well ran dry
Pulling apart your skin
Trying to hide
The crime that you committed
Alone in the dark
Chalking up all the silly remarks
Staining your soul
Along with your shirt
You had no idea you could cause this kind of hurt
But the point wasn't to cover the sin
The point was to live in it
To breath it all in
Suddenly the sin is you and you are it
And the blood on your hands was simply a hint
At what you truly are
A little old flame
Sitting alone
eating hearts
