The life flows through me
Until it turns bitter and cold,
But all things tend to die.
In a world of rust, where the
Light turns bitter and dark,
All things tend to die.
The blood soon turns to rust
Decaying from years and years of abuse,
But in the end... all things die.
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Kind of based on Silent Hill.. yet not. Enjoy?
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The rust flows through my blood,
Until my veigns turn vacant and cold,
For all love tends to die.
In this world of dirt,
Light fades bitterly dark,
For all hope tends to die.
The rust slowy corrupts,
My years of decaying abusee,
For all faith tends to die...
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