april
1st Level Red Feather
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It's the blood in your mouth.
It's the stain on your skin.
It's the hot sticky sickness that your feeling within.
The taste of the bitter haunts the tip of your tongue
and the dark of your heart beats to the sound of your
blood.
There's an ache in your body that you cannot control
and it blackens your eyes as it pours out from your soul.
It sits in your mind and leaves the reddest of marks
and with every sweet kiss it breaks and rips out your heart.
The sins of the body keeps to the passage of time
as the salt in your blood makes you harder to find.
You scream in the dark trying to hold it together
but the bite of the lonely seems to pull you forever.
It's the stain on your skin.
It's the hot sticky sickness that your feeling within.
The taste of the bitter haunts the tip of your tongue
and the dark of your heart beats to the sound of your
blood.
There's an ache in your body that you cannot control
and it blackens your eyes as it pours out from your soul.
It sits in your mind and leaves the reddest of marks
and with every sweet kiss it breaks and rips out your heart.
The sins of the body keeps to the passage of time
as the salt in your blood makes you harder to find.
You scream in the dark trying to hold it together
but the bite of the lonely seems to pull you forever.
