The darkened cuts that gather here,
Burn my soul and stay always near,
My heart hurts with aching grief,
The blood on my hands is my chief,
I am ruled by pain and hate,
But now I’ve realized it’s too late,
My body’s scarred my humor bent,
Going to hell would be heaven sent.
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