Smacked by my veins, am I awake.
Dreaming into a sleepless walk, just to face another day.
Inside the shade of grey, you will find the white of black.
Blood writes the words for a dead kind of signal.
The aftermath is brutal, dead teeth talks red after the gruesome attack.
Silencing the need, do you feed off the handicaps of others.
Annihilated by the aura shining off greed, you were planted a bad seed.
Next to the river, where you are raped by remorse.
I am mirrored by the polluted water which displays the truth.
Lies so black taints decay to rot.
What do you want to say, you are the source.
Left behind stirs the smell, which demons carry into hell.
You were sold out again.
You sell tears which cries for a victim.
You tell your stories but nobody listens.
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