Razor Blade Past
I stare into a past...
Carved with razors and blood!
I dwell on a life...
Made of flesh and bone!
I see a mind
Made of nothing!
With regret I sweat,
With pain I gain,
And with a wound soul deep,
I am drawn to death,
But what truly can you get out of me?
Love,
Yes, but I know pain to be true...
So I crawl into a new hole,
I rot away
Taken in under black ash
Taken form mortality
I am immortal
Sad but true
I am...
Half dead and bloodstained on the inside...
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