Crimson tears falling from my wrists
No more tears will fall from my eyes
A red eyed demon is eating my soul
I can feel myself dying inside
God help this bloody sensation
Let the demon run through my veins
Let him drip on the floor and leave my body pure
The three numbers running through my head are repeated
666....666...666.....
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My poems from my old pro.
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