Who Will Fall
Rinse the knife off, separate the flesh from blood, one blade can abide to the silver and serrated side.
What is my wish, the stars are burning.
Who will fall when the angels die, will you hear my calling.
Beneath your believes lies the darkness, endless.
Infinity boils the hate around my heart, reasons litter my wounds, deaf to the blind with tears that will never stop my bleeding.
Read what was drawn by the red rose curse, needles writes sand castles on the moon killing my drowning lustful thirst.
Six sides to the rolling dice, throw the switch before the path by the spells of a witch, arms bleeding with the venom i inserted to a twitch.
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