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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