Who’s Sandie Jenkins

Forget I even called

Why even try to end things on a good note

I should've left with no reply

These next few days you're only a stranger

Our demise awoke the same time that I did

Pull the hair from my scalp

Peek through bloody holes

Witness thoughts I can't describe

From behind, whisper in your ear, 'stop screaming'

Taste my knife

Tears scatter red, you're still bleeding

Tend to me tonight

May it be the last of our alliance