Tears of red run down my face Lines of red I can’t erase The moon is full, the night is young And all I can do is run Dark is my lair, but that's where you lie Nowhere to go to escape your eye I'm drowning in blood, there's no solid ground You're ripping my soul, pulling me down I try to escape, I try to hide It seems I can't help being at your side I can't help being forever yours Your chains are fused to my core
Reason for writing:
Well, it was about midnight, I couldn't get to sleep, and I had drunk an entire liter of Mountain Dew. So, lying sideways on my bed with my front half hanging off the bed, the blood rushing to my head, the caffeine flowing through my veins, and a piece of paper on the floor in front of me, I came up with this...
Birth sign: Pisces
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