Blood
A pool of blood
Dense, red, magestic
Pure...the ground burns with a horrible thirst
It's taint undenied. Pure
As I see. So I bleed.
...and as I bleed..so I feel.
A whisper, a notion...its all fucking over
Fear has you now, fear has you now
Gripping your mind with cold, milky tendrils
Your shoulder wears thin as sanity fails
RUN ALONG HOME
MOTHER IS CALLING YOU
FAILURE IS GUIDING YOU
You boy staring, eyes wide in innocence
Innocence dead in those portals to hell
He hath seen, the essence of purity
Fall to the ground where bloody tears fell
Writer/s: Andrew Collins / Chris Pope
