She whispered a prayer,
and took one last breath.
That night she became
Good friends with death.
Now she lays on the floor.
The razor-blade near,
All covered in blood.
The blood of her fear.
and took one last breath.
That night she became
Good friends with death.
Now she lays on the floor.
The razor-blade near,
All covered in blood.
The blood of her fear.