Blade,Blood, A Girl
Her magic tool hidden deep. It almost kills her at times. You really don’t see. She cuts deep sometime. She almost lose her life. But maybe, Just maybe she’ll survive. She lose control, lost in the blade. Her blood gives her satifation. To see the little droples. I don’t think you get it. She’s stop a few times but it still has a hold on her. Her baby is scared that she will cut too deep and then she’ll be gone. She loves him. She loves him more than the blade. More then anything. She looks in the mirror. Blade in her hand. She sees the blood as it falls to the sink. She starts to cry. She’s a monster. “I’M A MONSTER”! As she places the blade deeper in her skin. What do you think? This girl right here. Can you see her? Is she a monster? Can you help her?Blade,Blood, A Girl
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- SweetBlood
- Wasn't it beautiful running wild 'till you fell asleep? 'Till the monsters caught up to you
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