Hardened tears, forever moons
A darkened spirit looms
Cold and damp within
Knowing each and every sin
Its eyes hollowed out too deep
As rivers of blood began to creep
As if its own tears been made
Upon its own bed of nails be laid
Never known to be the day
That the spirit would try to say
With darkened teeth and –
- And tongue less mouth
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