the border defined by a line
line painted with my own blood
blood tainted by people
people who don’t seem to notice the border
the border defined by a line
line painted with my own blood
blood tainted by people
people who don’t seem to notice the border
the border defined by a line
line painted with my own blood
blood tainted by people
people who don’t seem to notice the border
the border defined by a line
line painted with my own blood
blood tainted by people
people who don’t seem to notice the art of suicide.
blood is red
sea is blue
tree is green
but the world is dull and gray
you are as visible as this big black dot>
i can see through you
no blood to bleed
no life to live
the wall is getting thicker
the days are getting darker
the nights are getting longer
i am getting older
while my heart is getting colder
Will you sell your soul for a moment of oblivion?
Contact#: 1134
Look for: robin
Someone needs a soul, badly
look at her.
everything,
the wounds from the very top of her head
to the very tip of her toes
the chains wrapped around her tortured body
the pretty scars healed by time,
is your fault.
those eyes of yours
pierce every inch of her.
offer your filthy blood in return.
don’t worry, she’ll never decline
holding a sword with a name,
i was given two options
to dig it deeper into my flesh
or
to carve my future with it.
can i choose both?
