#bleedingrust

[bleedingrust]

🖤bleedingrust🖤

[notyourghostdad]

Probably one of my favorite photos

[punkgang]

i recently made a new mutual & friend (we're automatically friends if we're mutuals ok) jess @bleedingrust and i just wanna say that jess is a super kind sweet person who deserves good things and to be happy and healthy and i just im sorry i just love giving shout outs to my rad mutuals because i love them all a lot!!!

[wickedasylumofficial]

Bleeding Rust’s lyrics go back to 2008, just as The Meadow of Sins; it was one of the most prolific years lyrics-wise for Banshee. After being badly hurt by one most important person in her life, her love turned to hate and rage. This is how Bleeding Rust was born. “Rust” refers to the nickname this person once gave himself and thus gives a dual meaning to the song title. Bleeding Rust was also written with the Ancient Egyptian lore in mind: the heart turns into dust as if it were consumed by Ammit, the beast that devours tainted souls and prevents them from going into eternal life after the Duat. // #wickedasylum #outofthemist #lyrics #behindthelyrics #bleedingrust #allfemalemetalband #italianband #italianmetal #metalband #duat #ancientegypt #ammit https://www.instagram.com/p/B_z8gIWH64e/?igshid=1h9jn9kobsk6h

[skoochxc]

No one has ever been killed on these steps? Riiiiight #murdersteps #deathstairs #bleedingrust #nanaimo #vancouverisland #bc #islandlife (at Nanaimo, British Columbia) https://www.instagram.com/p/B9QINcOnYXR/?igshid=y97t7v71fykg

[errorsystemfailure]

you're the cute one!

Ahhhhhh thank you!!!! <3

[bleedingrust]

"Underneath her pearly dress is a city that never sleeps. Her skin is on fire, a reckless rage that only she knows. Her killer knocks his feet on her door but it won't budge. Over and over he pounds, persistent that he enters. Quick! Hide her away and blind him so he stumbles. Tell her to grab his gun and shoot the man; become the person she could never love. Scoop her in your arms when he crumbles. Shield her from the blood. Tell her that she is safe now and free from harm. Hold her while she calms down from screaming and whispers in your ear, "Is it finally over? Am I free?" To which you will say "You've never been more alive, my dear.""

For my sister (pt. 1)

[bleedingrust]

"22 summers have come. 22 summers have gone. I am still here and I've yet to learn why the ravens crow, why bridges collapse or why my mother left home to be with that man."

- Questions that kill (pt.1)