Screams From The Heart
Tears Of Blood
Saught by Satan,
Haunted to feel pain.
Sick-minded demons;
Press darkened thoughts into my head.
Help me.
I can't be saved.
Save me.
Help does not come for the damned
Warm blood collides with the white tile,
Of the kitchen floor.
Caught by Satan's knife.
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Tears Of Blood
Tears Of Blood