15 May 2012
I lay in my bed, I'm as good as dead,
The blood is running down my wrist, The clouds outside are forming a mist,
The time is up, You had your chance, Now drink my cup of blood and dance,
You wished me dead and here I am, I'm crying and bleeding while on Cam, I pick up my pistol and it says "Bam!". Dead.
Blood • Opuss № I