Mar 17, 2005 15:14
Bleed out the sin of rage.
It seeps through my open wound.
The pent up pain will fade away,
as every drop leaves me.
Sitting now on bended knees
as crippled as a soul can be.
I slowly find the dripping blood,
has dully carried out it's deed.
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