Oh slower!! Slower!!! My dear blood Dont rush i dont wanna do this fast. I wanna feel it, Every ounce, Every droplet of red rushing out of my body screaming her name,
Within a closed Casket lies my head weary and dread where i rest all my thoughts and finally free myself from the torments of my haunted long lost love, For i know my love wasnt fickle, But for her It was just my love not hers.
I am not sucidal but thats what my mind feels everytime i start to write. I do not encourage suicidal thoughts in anyway but the tinge of that darkness inevitably lies in everyone of us.