Look down at the You may see no trace wounds But in the eye The eye of the beholder One assume
Not a drop of blood is drawn But you know how it Beware of the sharp edged weapon Called human being
is a shield of passion And strong will From this I am the Instead of the kill
I will not feed your hunger, instead I bite the pain not back, but forward I bite hard Try to cover up the trail of deceit And daggers spawned from your soul
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Acid, the tears of remorse Flow in vain, late for regrets Save it For the next ill fated game