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your blackened eyes bleed tears of suffering

your soul cries for the pain to cease its hold on you

the broken mirror reflects your endless troubles, and

the torment gives way to a stronger force of darkness

the scars along your flesh begin to bleed your hate

you laugh, despite the rage and pain you're filled with now

your mind is filled with troubled thoughts and screaming words

the putrid hate spits spits itself from your fake smile, and

even though your eyes plead for forgiveness,

it never shines its light on your tainted spirit

so there you stand alone in the angered darkness

and bleed your suffering until you drown

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