• old_soul_23 5w

    Hurting Plead

    Make it stop, Make it stop
    I look down at my hands
    What a monster I have become
    Tears sting my eyes, rushing to streak
    Make it stop, Make it stop

    Help me, Help me
    The blood pools around my toes
    Blood of the ones from along
    Blood from the ones of a few
    Rage blinds my senses
    Help me, Help me

    How? It's not possible..
    I blink a few times
    And look up again
    Fresh feet of berry body wash
    Was it just a dream
    Or a vision...