**TRIGGERING*** Text: Sober blood and bones

[Zequr]

Tearing through the flesh
Sober blood and bones
Not that it's revarding
Not that it's filling
Chills, aren't they
Because burning gives warmth
Shattering burnt pices of skin
Falling like snow of darkness from the sky
Chills, aren't they
Cuts would let something out
Filling empty holes with liquid
Coagulating like whirling leaves
Oh and all the times I thoughs somone would save me
Lift me upp in their arms and soothe the chill with warmt
But every time they do
I feel the chill growing it's arms
Piercing them with sadness of my situation
Tearing through flesh
Sober blood
and bones

** Copyright by Zequr (same goes for rotten fruit and pendel of life)**