Murder
All I see is black
There is no turning back
Your body lay there
And the vile stench I scare
The blood drips from my eyes
Whoever could do this I despise
The tears that I see here
Are more and more comming clear
This demonic thing inside
Is tearing me up, I dont lie
I can't seem to see
The thing that is now me
I'll save you, dear
Hold on, please don't fear.
I'll give this all I've got
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