2am کے بول

i follow your blood trails to the back of my car where you have laid for days the trees block our view and the dead lay dorment its 2am and i saw her body covort the lake bed. the sun blinds, the sun blinds our eyes and ripps the innocence from within us. death creeps! Her bloodied hands smear my exterior your death was my demise. my demise. i can see the blood down your fingernails the cuts make no resemblance to this the sky tears apart the sun blinds our eyes the sky tears apart theres nothing but savaged limbs.