Salt and ice cubes do not mix…. Your life is in the hands of 666.…. Slit your wrists..slash your throat hide the marks under your coat…. seconds of breath….
only time til’ you have your last gasp of air….
While the people around you watch and stare.
The blood all red your insides are black the only one left is satan to attack…
your broken soul left for grabs while you have your knife and take your final stabs…..
A drip here and there until it’s a puddle
not satisfied until her problems are subtle
