i never keep my eyes on the road, i never ask for any help…..i grip a razor to my chest as i cry out his name……the gillering metal in the moonlight sparkles in my face….
i slice through a fresh patch of skin as i scream out his name…no one ever hears my name or calls me in the death of night……yet they wake up and enter my room to find a pool of blood….blood stained roses and hot gun barrels won’t bring him back…yet at night i call out his name and i hear his light voice as a response…..so now i grip my blood […]