He grabs her pulse,
Pushed his long sharp nails
To her chest,
Pulls out her beating heart;
She's screaming for help
But he just left—
She thought that he loved her
But look at what happened to her,
She's now cold and alone,
Can she find her way back home?
Dec 18, 2020
Dec 18, 2020 at 3:56 PM UTC
He grabs her pulse,
Pushed his long sharp nails
To her chest,
Pulls out her beating heart;
She's screaming for help
But he just left—
She thought that he loved her
But look at what happened to her,
She's now cold and alone,
Can she find her way back home?
From Coffin Of Thoughts
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