Penknifelovelife
It's 2am
i follow your blood trails to the back of my car
where you have laid for days
the trees block our view and the dead lay dorment
its 2am and i saw her body cavort the lake bed
the sun blinds, the sun blinds our eyes
and ripps the innocence from within us
death creeps
your bloody hands, they smear my exterior
your bloody hands, they stain my exterior
your death was my demise
i can see the blood down your fingernails
the cuts make no resemblance to this
From Letras Mania