This is my hand
It will turn away
I can move it
Blood gushing.
This is my heart
It will drip away
I can feel it
Blood gushing.
As a young child
I made silhouettes
Touching pitch black
Blood gushing.
Mother beside me
Sleeping silently
I could hear her
Blood gushing.
I used to think
Nothing would end
I used to think
Nothing would end.
Well help me
Please.
Insufferable end.
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