Sep 2014
SNAP!
The fangs bare down upon you,
Darkness, red, darkness, white, red, red, red, darkness,
You feel the crunch,
The grind of bone,
To wake up in a puddle of sweat and realize youβre alone.
The fangs bare down upon you,
Darkness, red, darkness, white, red, red, red, darkness,
You feel the crunch,
The grind of bone,
To wake up in a puddle of sweat and realize youβre alone.
