Vindictive scribbles of red – What you know will make you wiser
The pain between two points – It acts like the common divisor

It’s murking up your thoughts – To establish wrong and right
The difference in your mind? – Noticed only through your sight

The screams that echo in your halls? – They’re loud enough to wake you
The Bullets in their heads? – You can now feel penetrate you

The blood once on the walls? – Now seeping through the pores
You try to turn the knob – Now you see scratches on the doors

Your hauntings simmer down – You close your eyes and fall asleep
You wake up to a woman – Eyes ablaze, she starts to weep

Your blood, it starts to drip – The knife, it splits your spine
Vindictive scribbles of red, that killed the soul, malign.
 
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