Locked away
sick thoughts
Sharpened knife
open sores
Razor edge
pierces skin
Mangled corpse
Rid of sin
blackened room
flowing gore
this pain shall i
feel no more
light headed
dizzy, faint
with death i shall
soon acquaint
one last gasp
bloodied tears
flashing back
through all the years
Love no more
pain no more
hate no more
faith no more.
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