Blood LettingMature

Just like medieval times...

I can't get you out of my head

so I'll let the blood out instead

with a kitchen knife

I'll end the strife

when my head hits the pillow

it's only under the weeping willow,

drinking in all my tears,

suffocating all my fears.

Pain is my only friend,

it sticks with me until the end.

The End

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