blood stains - SHINIGAMI

Where the fuck were you?

When I was digging holes into my skin

Where the fuck were you?

When I was scrubbing blood out of my blade and sheets

And who the fuck am I?

To think that anyone could ever love a soul like mine

I’m fucking tired

I’m fucking tired of this isolation, no constellation

I can’t even find peace in sleep

With blankets wrapped around my neck to see if I still breathe

I used to feel so safe, underneath the stars at night

But now the nightmares have resurfaced and they read my mind