Love.Death.Pain
If love is your darkness, then death is your light...
Cold blood runs through my veins;
No cheer no happiness;
Not even a light at thee end of the tunnel;
Not a soul to save me;
My bed of dirt.
A ghost for a past.
A demon for an aura.
A pool of blood for a heart.
A gun for an escape.
And a life of tears for a life of love.
No cheer no happiness;
Not even a light at thee end of the tunnel;
Not a soul to save me;
My bed of dirt.
A ghost for a past.
A demon for an aura.
A pool of blood for a heart.
A gun for an escape.
And a life of tears for a life of love.
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