Head lost in pain of life
heart beating in agony of life
voice qivers in fear of life
life has left no choice but one
one life must be paid for this pain that been done.

Knife in hand slids swifty aginst flesh, blood flows like the raging tides,
tan skin starts to turn a deathly pale, eys gaze endlessly into the world,
feeling the coldness of death take hold.

Begain to grow weak, knife falls from within, blood starts to slow the
rageing flow, skin now white as the nights moon, eyes to weak to stay open,
death has come to my door, the coldness is knocking at my soul.

head has been lost, heart no longer beats, voice will never speak, this life
has been paid in full with the blood of life.
 
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