lexeaus1847

Burnt blood a stained mess Everything that get’s left is Bliss… Sad song goes all daylong threw the night Sad, sad world sad, sad thought The match that burnt the already bloody throat The sticky vomit on the boot dried to the floor and on the door   The child that died in happiness never seeing this Swallowing shards of sand paper Glass A salty sweet toxic smell Pain enough, enough to dwell Something so soft its suffocates Everything that’s left is been neglected Fixated and so the song goes on The world a broken one There isn’t much to look upon Burnt blood A stained mess Anything that make