Look at me, in darkness slight
Is this sleeping, is this night?
My eyes are bleeding, my skin is blue
My twisted shape, screams at you
Do you see me, are you there?
My bloodied flesh, my fresh pulled hair.
I flick my sweat, I rip my skin
Don't you sense the pain I'm in?
See my fingers, feel my nails
Smell the stench of epic fails
See my shadow, it dances free
Jumping and leaping, pulling from me.
My eyes are bleeding, my skin now black
Lost in darkness, no way back.
This might be madness or a hellish game
I think the Reaper's made his claim
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