To dream a dream that you lost all hope in is like memorizing a story that doesn't exsist |
The blood is warm as it oozing from my wrist. I feel it drop and watch it splatter. Is this really what life is about? Pain to feel alive? |
The blood of a sinner tastes sweeter than the blood of a saint. |
Rip me apart and tear me open! Can you feel the blood pour into your hands! I hope your happy you have finally taken my life! |