razorblade

You've got a mouth like a razor blade,

It cuts so deep.

So kiss my wrists,

My neck,

And give me eternal sleep.

I whispered in her ear:

Fear me dear,

For I am death,

I'll take your hope,

Your dreams, your love,

'Till there's nothing left.

So clap your hands to the sound,

Of every firstborn dying now,

Watch the rivers flow with blood,

Having death stand where life once stood.

By: Broken Angel