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Those Days Of Old
Fingertips stained by past
faded memories return quite fast,
grotest the scarlet colour remains.
Courage and deception are seen in your lies
a personality change now in your crimson eyes.
Feed from the engergy of a broken soul
stay true to your dark form
before it takes hold.
Keep running again, down the scars on your back
as your blood will be drained
by the hands of an innocent.
Chokeing on life one breath at a time
the rules of an ancient grasp you whole.
Trip on a crack careless and feared
they have taken over
while you disapear.
~Jeremysangel
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