staining is fun, isn’t it?

Now i know what to hide and what to reveal, and you will only see a bloody mask, with a lovely smile from now on. Run away from my eyes, they may lead you to crave for vomiting, run till you die, run, you may pray to die. They seal your mind and suck your blood, for i will not condescend to do so with my lips.

…and
thinking of the seal on my heart with her blood, it is nothing.

No light will save them now
When the words of hope have all been spoken
And I wash the blood from my hands
And let them lie silent and cold on the flowers