Petals Off A Tree
Watch me bleed out until there is nothing left inside of me. A flood pours out and the blood beings to seethe. There is no turning back, you know what you've done to me My bleeding out, is that what sets you free? If so, then I have a job for you- Under the hanging tree. They're coming for you, and they will catch you one day you'll see. Feeding off our body, your a monster who disgusts me. Blood slips onto the roots, boiling underneath. Now an endless hell awaits you, as far as the eye can see. Blood red petals fall from the sky Like the deceased who never got to say goodbye. I tried to catch them in my arms, I tried to catch them as they fell. But I was too weak... And so with them I fell.
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