Bleeding tears, a rotten heart, blackened by dignity. The screams of a child, shallow in the background a cemetary. Sleeping sometimes never wishing to wake. An empty soul rushing through veins. Dry, brittle, cold, a howl in the wind, speak of a name, a name mercyful. A world turned upside down, spiralled into a lifeless fate. Thorns rip through
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