i think bout it some times
the urge is there
the blood red liqud
it dires from blue to red to dark red brown.
people in this world
sick and twisted
no clue what other go threw
beatings, yelling, drugs, cuts, more drugs , more fake smiles
the purge, the beast, nobody knows
there was no beauty in the beast.
im tired of anger, im tired of pain, tired of the besat just exsploding out