Rivers of Red
Flowing so Freely
Where does it begin?
Will it ever end?
They don't know
But I know
The deep slice
Upon my neck
Where the slim blade tasted my flesh
Drenched me
Coated me
In my Copper Warmth
And can no longer tell them
The things they wish to hear
I can merely wave goodbye
Because in my twisted Soul
I have always known
The things that they know now
I've always known
That I would die Tonight
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Sanity? I lost mine long ago.
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