In a never-ending circle of pain and despair, life
flows out. Blood and roses don't satisfy one need,
one hungry cry.
Twisting and turning in one, never-ending, wheel.
Fresh blood flows, tears salty come searching for
the love of someone.
Demons of murder and torment around me spin.
Tearing at my heart, breaking my apart, drowning
me in sin.
A circle, never-ending, all around, pushing me
further towards the ground. Burying, pulling, me
under ashes of lace.
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