The last drop
the sharp blade gentley pierces my soft flesh
drawing blood drop
By
Drop.
I gave up on trying, it was too much.
The names were not worth it.
Not
One
Bit.
My end is here, I’ll say my goodbyes. I’ll se you again if you try just
One
More
Time.
Before the last D
R
O
P
by
BloodLustingElfposted on 04/01/2009
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