i don't belong here - on that we can agree,
but you'd think that much blood would at least worry me.
hands on the piano with no arms attached,
i think you and i are just poorly matched.
can you smell smoke? i swear something's burning
or maybe it's the fifth of november returning.
the sword in your side is buried hilt-deep
but that's what you get for trusting a creep.
~
hahah this is gory what am i doing with my life and yes it's kind of based on the radiohead song and kind of based on v for vendetta and kind of based on horror movies pls don't judge
