ThisBleedingRose

Rip, slip, trip, fall. I'll bite the hand that feeds it all. I'll despise the sun. I'll worship the moon. I'll welcome life's impending doom. Rip. Slip. Trip. Fall. Rip, slip, trip, fall. The pain, the fear, it knows no wall. The blanket’s thick. The path is worn. This harrowed soul’s - eternal dawn. Rip. Slip. Trip. Fall. Rip, slip, trip, fall. Upon the edge I'll hear the call. The whale will breach. The gull will cry. The wind will howl, and so will I. Rip. Slip. Trip. Fall. Rip, slip, trip, fall. One breath, one thought, could end it all. No help to seek. No help to come. In the end, there will be none. Ripped. Slipped. Tr

This is where the blood is falling. This is where it pools and runs. This is where the night is calling. This is what you do for fun. Clouds are forming, thunder reigns, as the blood spills down the drains. Souls in slumber, watch on now. Asking, asking, asking... how?! How is it that blood is falling? How does it now pool and run? How is it that night is calling? How can you do this for FUN?! Graves are stirring, hands break free. Is this what you want to see? Souls have woken, watch your back. Have you worked out what you lack? Why is it the blood is falling? Why does it seem to pool and run? Why is it the night is callin