Why Don't You Help Me?
Sleep.
Blood floods your exhausted mind.
Feel his kind brush that makes you young,
smell his thickness and sharpness.
You've always loved to be led by his eyes,
feeling your shoulders relieved.
"Why don't you help me?"
Damp smell mixed with your blood already caked.
The pain will not pass off until tomorrow...
if it'll pass.
Kiss the cross and drop the evil.
Get rid of your sins.
Kiss the cross and drop the evil.
¿Por qué no me ayudas?
Duerme.
La sangre inunda tu mente exhausta.
Siente su amable caricia que te rejuvenece,
huele su espesor y agudeza.
Siempre has amado ser guiado por sus ojos,
sintiendo tus hombros aliviados.
'¿Por qué no me ayudas?'
El olor húmedo mezclado con tu sangre ya coagulada.
El dolor no desaparecerá hasta mañana...
si es que desaparecerá.
Besa la cruz y aleja el mal.
Libérate de tus pecados.
Besa la cruz y aleja el mal.
Escrita por: Medusa\'S Spell