Blood is thicker than water.....
when it flows it rusts the gears
of time with a red mist that
rusts the gears of time.....
Clockwork as i like to call it comes to a slow sticky pace as they days go on of my life....Death it calls to me like home sweet home not just that a home away from home warmer, brighter, and tastier than the blood when i suck when i bleed from a so called "accident"..... life such a beautiful thing to preach but is it really a gift or a burden....the choice... is yours....
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