Darkness glorifies the pain
Warped hands grow into pots of sin
Red smears the pictures
The thud of nails thrust,
Into the soul incites you
The one way ride to the great below
The present irks your damaged psyche
The drags get longer
Innocence doesn’t fucking prevail
You scream, the chill pierces the empathy
Dark faces rule the land
Contemplate suicide
Wishing ..still wishing for the sting
Rags
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