

Bleed...Bleed...Bleed...
What is it in my head that brings me here? Thoughts of unspeakable deeds fill me.. The pain starts to leak through the cracks Caused by the pressure of my deeds...
Slowly, I bleed to escape the guilt.. I cannot stop; I've become erratic... Vision is blurring and thought is fading.. Heart of regret and mind full of static..
As night fills my eyes, I do not feel fear. The hole in my soul continues to bleed, Bleed out the pain the haunted me so... It's one last scar, one last need..
Do not wait for me to change my ways.. Perha
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Can't stop the passion, can't stop being me.
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Can't stop the passion, can't stop being me.
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