porcelain wrist my blade doth kiss
drawing blood unto its lips
drop by drop until i'm drained
nothing left within my veins
the beating stops, my heart doth still
there's nary a drop of blood to spill...
Sep 27, 2017
Sep 27, 2017 at 10:06 PM UTC
porcelain wrist my blade doth kiss
drawing blood unto its lips
drop by drop until i'm drained
nothing left within my veins
the beating stops, my heart doth still
there's nary a drop of blood to spill...
I hate myself. I always have.
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