gloomtheory

Razor blades, bleeding cuts can't tell the difference between wrong and right. The path is blurry and all I see is blood pouring between us. The white off the sheets are fading and turning into a bleeding hell as I stand alone in this cold hell. The warmth of your heart, the softness of your lips, the touch of your hand turns day into night and night into day. You were the envy of my very hell and helped me to survive my last defeat...