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Greet Old Scars With New Wounds

Eyes burning with hot blood
weeping through closed lids
gazing upon your pale arms
longing for them to be crimson...

Tempted to break the flesh
a blade grabs hold of your eyes
dragging them from their sockets
pulling you closer to your demise...

Lost souls mourn your frail mind
as you let the knife taste your skin
greeting each white line with a warm hug
leaving you feeling completely empty...

Life seems meaningless for the unseen
the pain of deep wounds can easily kill
drain the source of life from a shell
dream in limbo as we carry you on...