Tears fell like rain from her eyes.
Blood surrounded her on the floor.
Unable to make a sound.
Freedom lost, love died, no one able to hear her scream.
Staring at his picture.
She just sat there leaning against the wall.
soaked in blood and tears.
Closing her eyes as she opened them to look at the ceiling.
Let thy blood run pure, let thy self be free.
Free from pain...
Free from love...
Let thy blood run pure, let thy self be free.
Save me from myself, save me from thy love.
Save me, oh save me from my self as I fall to the floor in my blood soaked clothes and go unconious...
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This sounds like a chant! JK this sounds great and I can really see the picture of what you're saying!
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