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Time To Bleed

I dream of seeing red,
� � I plead of being bled.

But i have to wait,
� � for another day.

Wait till they cant see me.
� � Can't have another witness.

When they come across me,
� � they see me as suspicious.

The sensation is calling,
� � it's begging and it's crying.
� � � � � � � � � The temptations not subsiding.

I just want it to end.
� � I just want it to send,
� � � � � � � � � �those chills up my spine,
� � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � �those screams in my mind.

That's when the fun begins,
� � when the dark gives in.

Crimson glistens in the night.
� � Some would look away in fright.

While i dare it to burst,
� � the right timing must come first.