Weight pressing me down
Lungs filling with blood I drown
Heart aching from the hurts
Pounding so hard it may burst
As I bleed out like a pig
From wounds your claws dig
Hanging from hooks above
Murdered by what you called love
Weight pressing me down
Lungs filling with blood I drown
Heart aching from the hurts
Pounding so hard it may burst
As I bleed out like a pig
From wounds your claws dig
Hanging from hooks above
Murdered by what you called love
Ooooh, this is good.
But especially good for this day
Thank you so much! What’s special about today?
Just the sentiment and the circumstances. Nothing special. Just something settling.
Well it pleases me that my words touch someone else. Much love. Cheers.