The shards of glass are in my blood again
And every pulse of my brittle heart
A sharp flash to flesh .
I’m bleeding out
And all I can say
Is this crimson tide is better than the
Grey.
The Endless Grey.
(c) Slumpless
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The shards of glass are in my blood again
And every pulse of my brittle heart
A sharp flash to flesh .
I’m bleeding out
And all I can say
Is this crimson tide is better than the
Grey.
The Endless Grey.
(c) Slumpless
