Jurnale

Forgive me father for I have sinned, the end of my last confession was a world away, when u cast me out into the blades of this rotting reality that cut my soul so thin my own feelings would not

The drops of rain sparkle ruby and turn to blood falling down my chest, on my face, onto dirt. The same soul that once hated the eerie storm now drops down in the puddle of blood in ecstasy blending