down at the body You may see no trace of wounds But in the The eye of the beholder One cannot assume
Not a drop of blood is But you know how it bleeds of the sharp edged weapon Called human being
It is a shield of passion And strong will this I am the victor of the kill
I will not feed your instead I bite the pain Looking not back, but forward I bite down 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, too late for regrets Save it For next ill fated game