I pay the reaper every night with drops of blood
praying every time that it will be enough for him
all ive got are sleepless nights, with drowning thoughts of you, i lay in my hearts broken pieces that you shattered, and somehow every piece still loves you.
I know that I'm holding onto a dream that will never happen.
Death please take my offering, it's sweet and Innocent blood. I promise you wont be disappointed with my gift of life, for i wont be disappointed with your gift of death.
