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My Crimson Tears

Countless times I've been left to die,
the pain and suffering intolerable;
I've watched thousands stride by,
now surely my mentality unsuitable.

Thoughts of anguish overtake me,
my flowing scars wailing their stories;
exposing the hidden pain within me,
begging death to the blade of glory.

To my reflection alone I can't decieve,
my injuries as vast as the midnight sky;
the horrid truth forcing me to grieve,
as the crimson blade echos my sweet goddbye.