i swear there's ice in my veins
but the blood is coming out thin
and red. definitely red. a rose-red.
doesn't smell like a rose.
i've never felt colder than now;
now, with the hottest red blood
running down my skin.
it's red and hot like nothing else;
fire doesn't compare to the shivering comfort
and horror of blood on mortal flesh.
Apr 29, 2018
Apr 29, 2018 at 4:43 PM UTC
i swear there's ice in my veins
but the blood is coming out thin
and red. definitely red. a rose-red.
doesn't smell like a rose.
i've never felt colder than now;
now, with the hottest red blood
running down my skin.
it's red and hot like nothing else;
fire doesn't compare to the shivering comfort
and horror of blood on mortal flesh.
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