• anthea_ 6w

    You see, blood's like sweet wine,
    When it's spread in the wind,
    On the tongues of hungry wolves.

    Blood's the best tool for artists,
    For the mad men who hold the tools that drew this fractured image with green edges

    Blood is the best dye.
    It stains the last space of white
    In my once sane mind

    You see, blood is a wailer
    It screams at you all night
    While you dine and right before you die

    You see, Steve.
    Blood is a reminder,
    That nothing is okay;
    That the very thing that runs in your veins.............

    Can be on the floor, just cause...