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Bleeding
Upon the dusty dirty floor
Lies a battered, broken form
I look upon her, red and raw
I am the master of my storm
Into the grave, I know she moves
A victim of my savage moods
I care no more, set in my grooves
of blood and pain, my favourite foods
Against the wall, within the rain
I stand and face another day
Upon your face, I free my pain
There is no other word to say
Your hair so blonde, your eyes so bright
Glowing in the clear moon of night
You put up not the slightest fight
Blood from your skull, invades your sight
Collapsing limp upon the ground
The time comes for another round
Upon which bleeding, you are found
And I am gone, my safety sound.
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