Last Moments, Not Bliss
I come to, blood on my hands
Pain in the face, eyes burned wide
A claw reaches down, I know him
I miss him, pity he’s here now
It hurts, I can’t see.
Why must he see me like this
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I come to, blood on my hands
Pain in the face, eyes burned wide
A claw reaches down, I know him
I miss him, pity he’s here now
It hurts, I can’t see.
Why must he see me like this
So short, yet so powerful 😌
Loved this, Kathy