The wolves
The wolves
Blood dripping down my wrist.
Tears falling down my cheek.
Lost in an unknown forest,
the forest of you and me.
Blades hurting like words.
Words cutting like blades.
The darkness scared you,
so you ran away.
Demons controlling my body.
The devil holding my heart.
The wolves are coming,
They are coming for you.
Tears falling down my cheek.
Lost in an unknown forest,
the forest of you and me.
Blades hurting like words.
Words cutting like blades.
The darkness scared you,
so you ran away.
Demons controlling my body.
The devil holding my heart.
The wolves are coming,
They are coming for you.
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