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My viens are full,
Not just of blood but of anger and pain,
The blade knows how to play this game,
A game that could be fatal if played wrong,
If played right it brings a sweet release,
My blood runs stale,
Stale from the pain and anger inside,
Blood run stale,
My viens now empty,
There's no blood stale or not,
Left inside of me,
My viens no longer full,
The game was played correct.
'There will be bad days, there will be good days, there will be really bad days, and really good days, and days that are not bad or good but just simply suck, but either way you got through it and you are here today and that is all that really matters''
Re: Blood Runs Stale -
October 20th 2014, 11:58 PM
Very vivid, I like it. Stay strong.
Do you ever get a little bit tired of life
Like you're not really happy but you don't wanna die
Like you're hanging by a thread but you gotta survive
'Cause you gotta survive