underneath the waves
blinded by the blue

By camden

oh, how could anyone not love the terrible things you do?
oh, how could anyone not try and help you?
oh, how could anyone try to rip it all apart?
oh, how could anyone not love your cold, black heart?
oh, how could anyone not finally diminish---
the thrill of blood comes instantly; there's only darkness at the finish.
 

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