On days with no work
It dripped not a drop
of spectral blood
It didn't drink
Light like a
Demons eye
If I held my ear
To the blade
I couldn't hear penitent pleas
I was rather disappointed
With the headsman ax
It could've been
A lumberjack's ax.
Jun 6, 2015
Jun 6, 2015 at 12:09 PM UTC
On days with no work
It dripped not a drop
of spectral blood
It didn't drink
Light like a
Demons eye
If I held my ear
To the blade
I couldn't hear penitent pleas
I was rather disappointed
With the headsman ax
It could've been
A lumberjack's ax.
