Sometimes I pick at my heart
Wishing that it would die
Feeling my flesh burning
Like babys breath with an acid brew

So I send my pain into a blade
Blood runs and the monsters fed
Feeling the simplicity of life
Is like killing an old friend

If i died it wouldnt end
Cause and case before the dead
They'd look at me and laugh
Sending me back to my bloody bath
 
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