She lives she bleeds she is my muse
Looking through black satin eyes
Allowing the darkness to bleed
Vermillion seeds my vision
Warmth it glows on my sticky fingers
As I feel yesterday ebb away
I can finally see the light
Seven senses kissed on a dream to nowhere
I can only please myself
Soothing pain comforts cerebral thoughts
Holding back the veil
Lifting a rose to smell the fragrance
Erasing the stench that litters a bitter memory
My feet cut from the glass
That come up between the blades of grass
Ribbons of flesh decorate the walls
I don't hear the children play no more
I wonder if I ever did
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