Open_ground - Tristania

Digging in the ground

Digging in the mud

Sweat streams down my face

My spit tastes like blood

Hide me with locks from your hair

I cannot breathe

Bleeding

Dying

Digging

Falling apart

The torch went out

The room went dark

Running in the fog

Crawling through the mud

Tears fall down my face

My spit tastes like blood

Cover me with locks from your hair

Bleeding

Dying

Digging

Falling apart

Bleeding

Dying

Digging

Falling apart

Hide me with locks from your hair

Bleeding

Dying

Digging

Falling apart

Deep in my bag full of fear

I cannot see

Bleeding

Dying

Digging

Falling apart

Bleeding

Dying

Digging

Falling apart

Bleeding

Dying

Digging

Falling apart

Bleeding

Dying

Digging

Falling apart

Digging

From the corner of my eye

I feel them closing in

I know they caught the scent of me

And then they went for me

I chose for you to stay with me