Your blood is all i think about
The way you draw it out
With broken razor heads
Praying it kills you
During the night
Your bones ach with regret
You're wishing for these urges to stop
And you tie a black ribbon around it
The next morning
Dec 13, 2014
Dec 13, 2014 at 8:18 PM UTC
Your blood is all i think about
The way you draw it out
With broken razor heads
Praying it kills you
During the night
Your bones ach with regret
You're wishing for these urges to stop
And you tie a black ribbon around it
The next morning
