Journal: Sanguine Kiss -------------------------------------------Mood: The Usual Sanguine Kiss
When I cut, it is as deep as my pain
dripping
thundering
only the knife offers solace
while I dream at the wicked night
i am lost and cast away from society
i wish only to taste the sweet, sweet sanguine
Hopes forgotten, dreams untouched, the final end
intoxicated with blood
i am fallen and will never rise
(cry)
endless blackness
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