2:25

nothing.
obsessive. depressive.
nothing.
blood will lie where they once stood.

you can feel the touch of stillness.
you taste the flesh of absence.
feel the spill. and spill slowly from.
your veins.

i've been forced to find significant lust in blood loss.
eclipsed this world with the deepest shades of blue.
when it rains. it fucking pours and i'm fully submerged.

existence is no longer my own