Black Magic

Almost black, this blood, Out of my veins, Like a souse on my heart, Like a drizzle on the table. They say it is a witchcraft, They say it is a dark magic, But I don’t care, yes, I care not! Because their lips will be silenced forever... This life on the table, Still beating, don’t ask how, This heart is poisoned, But all poison can be a cure. Laugh while you can, My pain now becoming real, Now my pain has power, Now my pain will be released. Almost black, this blood, Out of my veins, Like a souse on my heart, Like a drizzle over your cold skin...
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