Blood blood bleed - I feel like I could scream.
What is the matter with me? What could the problem be?
Fingernails cut me, lighters brand me.
Blood blood bled to death under the porch - where were you?
Letting me go, go go down the dark path beyond.
Find me in a shallow grave marked only with two words. The End.
Love Destroys Community Member 
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