Momma said
Dont lick the knife
You’ll cut yourself
And sure, shes right
But blood is what
This body craves,
On rising from
Unhallowed grave.
_____________________
Thoughts on passing a church in the dark.
Momma said
Dont lick the knife
You’ll cut yourself
And sure, shes right
But blood is what
This body craves,
On rising from
Unhallowed grave.
_____________________
Thoughts on passing a church in the dark.