Bloody knuckles and pink eye
By Midian
Drag my knuckles on your face. Separate flesh from bone. Cracked lips bleeding freely. Violence is it's own religion. Tearing metal from my soul. Red hot visions of broken bones. clashed against bloodshot eyes. Torn across shattered ribs. and slashed across bruised flesh. Now I'm done with you. My broken doll of pain. your wretchedness is sickening. So get out of my face. Written February 24th, 2002 © on Feb 24 2002 02:01 PM PST, Shayne Robert Nelson 18 • 0 • 1
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"Drag my knuckles on your face...."