Blood On the Whiskey Black Moon Grave

Bodies in a bag. Wires in ghostly white light. Souls wearing hearts of gold. Knives edged purposely against your skull. A gratitude feel to end this life tonight but stay. Hold the flower in your breath and fear lonely tears. I believe in you a shell in the sand left with nothing but the sun blinding you. Scorn white snow in December have desire. Another wants you. Alone I wait on a bed of nails desperately wanting to surrender this night instead your heavens kept you locked under this world of the dying. I can't keep your thorns safe. Beyond this life seeking your truth. Knives carved in the shape of your heart. Blood on the whiskey black moon grave.