something ive been working on

[trynhard]

you never dressed the wounds you riped into
you left them open to the air
and every stinging breeze that passes me
reminds me that your there

so put some more poison in my wine
the closer to death
the more divine
and as im laying here coughing and spitting
the only thing that im possibly thinking is
Thank You For Bleeding Me Dry

(wish me luck this week!!!!;pfirst impressions can make or break)