Black Blood Theory

Poem, lyrics, story... **CONTAINS USES OF CURSE WORDS

Cheers for years, and all my burned memories, I hope you understand the pain, my love is lost, the darkness gain, blood... sweat... tears, fears, all fears. nothing more than the silence remain
Burn the building, kill my soul, f*****g failures, of life be told, kill my knowledge of everything, forget it happened, let blood rain. Let. It. Rain.
             Is that the only hope? Forgetting what I wrote? It’s nothing more than a f*****g note, it’s only ending life as we know, and I wish I never saw your glassy eyes, filled with tears, f*****g up my conscience, killing me from the inside out.
            Is this the only hope?
Even though I’m alone, you’ll never be,
I’m nothing more than pawn in your f*****g game, just let blood rain
And here are my stained wrists, red and almost empty, death from the inside, it’s called black blood theory.
Stitches, sliced up, broken, fucked up, bloody, death, inside, out. This is my world, this is insanity.
Isn’t it perfect? Isn’t everything alright?  You don’t like the blood? You don’t like the fight?
I’m gonna fight till my f*****g death, till all my blood has rained.
Down my arms, Down my heart, out of every cut I’ve ever f*****g made.

Is that the only hope? Forgetting what I wrote? It’s nothing more than a f*****g note, it’s only ending life as we know, and I wish I never saw your glassy eyes, filled with tears, f*****g up my conscience, killing me from the inside out.  

Is this the only hope?
Even though I’m alone, you’ll never be, Is everything alright? It’s just black blood theory.

Blood means everything, to someone like me, this is life, this is everything that I will ever be. NOTHING MORE THAN A F*****G PAWN, nothing more than something empty.

 A hollow shell, of something that was never meant to be alive? This is my, only regret, picking up a knife, and only trying, why did I only try? Wouldn’t it have been easier? Just give up? Go to hell like, the rest of the f*****g earth? The rest of us, left, we are the survivors we fight against society, cause’ the lies they tell, send us straight to hell.
            IF ONLY YOU WEREN’T A LIAR. Like the rest of the f*****g earth, I guess my wrists wouldn’t be red, and it wouldn’t be raining blood…..
            or would it be raining blood? Somewhere, somehow, I’d find a way to f**k things up, just I’ve always done. And maybe if I could move on, and stop asking where did I go wrong?
 I could live  my life, and die when I’m ready, not from the inside, not by mental suicide.
To think I killed my soul for you….

Author's Note

Ignore the grammar problems. I wrote this in like 20 minutes so gommie a break! (:

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[Tiffany Elise]

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