Depression
Dangerous thoughts are creeping
The darkness is seeping
Red and running,
The gashes are stunning
Slow slashes
Big gashes
Lights slipping
Vampires sipping
Moans and sighs
Feeling high
Lying still
Nothing to feel
The body is cold
My story's Old!
The darkness is seeping
Red and running,
The gashes are stunning
Slow slashes
Big gashes
Lights slipping
Vampires sipping
Moans and sighs
Feeling high
Lying still
Nothing to feel
The body is cold
My story's Old!
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