Friday the 13th

Thirteen circles, thirteen candles placed inside a dark room

Cloaked figures chant together enter the blood moon

Burnt sage and dead leaves, inhale the perfume

Rituals meant to indicate the name of Vulthoom

This is the stopping point tears turn to blood soon

And raindrops pile up turn into floods too

Famine across the nations your taste turns to mud chew

Veins crushed underfoot until it turns your cuts blue

We met on Friday the 13th

Sociopathic the way that you hurt me

I had loved you and you asked me what that word means