Afraid
Eyes blurry
Stomach ripped open
Her blood on the floor
Pools of red liquid that run from this damaged soul.
Oh how we wish to stitch up the wound, to let her live, free her from the hands of death.
But she has made this her end and we have made it a new...
Stomach ripped open
Her blood on the floor
Pools of red liquid that run from this damaged soul.
Oh how we wish to stitch up the wound, to let her live, free her from the hands of death.
But she has made this her end and we have made it a new...