I won't tell you how a bloodhound lost its way how it broke the leash and ran away that day_ I won't blame you dead I'll tell you how I lost how it all began and how I paid that cost_ I will make you stand on top of these old graves I'll let you find your place amongst them in my grace_ I'll find you bare in there they'll tear apart your skin your screams shall not be heard earth traps them within_ ~ I was under the influence of "Hurt" by NIN when I wrote this so I imagined it in that melody were it a song.
Thanks, guys. I tend to really dig something when I write it and then begin to dislike it after a while. This is alright, I guess.
Lmao I love my stuff when I write it but am incapable of proofreading it cause I instantly hate it the moment I start