Blood
All over the carpet
Brought by the death's
servant
To block his
life by open his veins
Crying...
Those wild cats into his arms
Death made
him insane too
With a
little touch of madness, he went up
Remorse,
I felt it long ago to my beloved
Whose feet is
covered with blood now
My
mind hankers for a single taste of
that...
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