Drip, drip.
The lovely red.
Drips from the veins.
Inside of your head.
Drip, drop, drip, drop.
I think your dead.
So much blood.
The pretty red.
Onto the concrete.
Blood stains on the walls.
Drip, drop, drip, drop.
Heard in empty halls.
The pleasant drip.
As your heart stops.
Like rose petals on snow.
Such lovely red drops.
Blood let's us live.
Blood also can ****
It delivers the poison.
Brought in by the pill.
Dripping, dripping.
None left inside.
Without anymore blood.
Your carcass is dried.
Sep 25, 2014
Sep 25, 2014 at 11:47 PM UTC
Drip, drip.
The lovely red.
Drips from the veins.
Inside of your head.
Drip, drop, drip, drop.
I think your dead.
So much blood.
The pretty red.
Onto the concrete.
Blood stains on the walls.
Drip, drop, drip, drop.
Heard in empty halls.
The pleasant drip.
As your heart stops.
Like rose petals on snow.
Such lovely red drops.
Blood let's us live.
Blood also can ****
It delivers the poison.
Brought in by the pill.
Dripping, dripping.
None left inside.
Without anymore blood.
Your carcass is dried.
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