My 8
Blood flows by tears through my heart, freely - My veins are thorned with silver cries, never the goodbye - My hate fills the cavities in my soul, lost to the dead, they feel my pain without the sane that sands my rain - I blame the nothing, the one which curse my day - By night the viper spells my bound, only to the hissing which unnaturally sounds, soothing - My cross is inked to my wrist, my crest comes by a demons twist - The light the dark the shade of grey, my hate my fate my 8 my great
poem by Unic Cjonr
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