I cry blood,
I bleed tears
This are the curse of damning my fears.
To run and hide,
To scream and weep.
But none of these actions get you to sleep.
When the pain strikes twelve there is nowhere to run.
But the actual suffering begins at one.
Your soul turns to ice, your heart beats twice.
Your blood boils from your body, your heart explodes which is to embody
Your mistakes, your faltures, your arrogance of life.
But you never saw this coming? This extreme pain and strife?
Your fate has been sealed there's nothing else to do.
Except to just lie there, in misery and rue.
But as you cry I am pulled in.
To try and understand and take away your sin.
But I am not God, I can do no such things.
So your hex has been placed upon me by the demon of kings.
I cry blood.
I bleed tears.
This is the curse of damning my fears.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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