put your heart on a shelf
tell them all just how you felt
stained with red
your heart pumps black
dead inside
no where to hide
stained with black
your soul at last
left behind the gruesome tale
left for all to hear and tell
stained with lies
you start to die
followed by the black cloak
inside you start to choke
stained with blood
the last slice
your arms become a bed
full of lies that make you dead
stained with hope
no way to cope
the light fades
to black once more
your stained with blood
forever more...
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