the blade.... as the blade slips from my grasp to that blood soaked floor down upon a heart I held dear I must now glance once more though I know I must forget her deep in I know that I shant so those incantations I mutter and lost dark verses I chant as that next morn I awake its her there beside me I see and as my alls length I survey I see that bloody blade lies in me.... Copyright © 2014 Lemmy Rushmore All rights reserved. https://facebook/ProphetofMadness
Posted on: Mon, 05 May 2014 21:11:37 +0000