Strawberry gashes shinning bright
Her feeling-less skin is chalky white
She’s filled with pain and shuddering with fear
She picks up her blade and holds it near
She’s no longer absorbed with fright
Careless of what will happen tonight
Her arms are red and look a sight
She cries In the dark because she hates the light
This vampire child feels no love
She’ll fall to hell not rise above
This pain is relief
From her life of grief
Her wrists are sore
But she cuts them more
Cut cut cut
Slice slice slice
Nobody believes this feels so nice
Her salty tears begin to flow
But why she’s crying she doesn’t know
So cut your wrists and black your eyes
Just to check you’re still alive
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The deepest human defeat suffered by human beings is constituted by the difference between what one was capable of becoming and what one has in fact become.
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