With eyes of red,
I sat and bled,
In one warm bath of blood,
Dying alone with nobody near,
No one will save me,
I have shed my last tear,
My desolate soul,
Was desperate for a home,
Crying out for a love of its own,
And now Its too late,
As I wait at hell's gate,
Praying at the broken,
That led me to this fate,
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