Its the color of blood
and this paper it bloods
with all my thoughts
that time has brought
Every sorrow
i have borrowed
from every soul
that cast a toll
Now every rock
looks with eyes lock
and the anger burns
like a pin that turns
inside of me
Now the blood drips
and the rats sip
all my hatred
of my red ink
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