her tear drops stain her pillows
her cries wake the world
the words she hears
the pain she feels were with her along
that blood that flows
the wounds that close
are only the begining
theres nothing left but a broken heart
and hateful noise that echoes.
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Demented Wrath, a role playing guild where horror is the name of the game and surviving is the only option.