to keep up with the jonases, stop dead in your tracks.
i can smell the blood of another.
the dagger clangs as it drops on this floor
lathering his blood on my hands
its so sweet
this poor boy.
crumpled on the ground, bloodied and broken
but thats ok. he tastes better than he looks.
and that says a lot.
this poor beautiful boy
so much potential
but such a temptation
why resist?
no need.
theres never a need to resist.
the dagger clangs as it drops on this floor
lathering his blood on my hands
its so sweet
this poor boy.
crumpled on the ground, bloodied and broken
but thats ok. he tastes better than he looks.
and that says a lot.
this poor beautiful boy
so much potential
but such a temptation
why resist?
no need.
theres never a need to resist.