Visions Of Death
Visions of death
By the dog
I watch it all fade away like my life was a race.
I keep in mind to run swiftly but to always keep up the pace.
My eyes bleed blood tears full of flames as my bodies engulfed in sorrow.
I cram my dreams full of my desires and I cut myself with the disappointments from tomorrow.
Now label that as Bloodshed.
I close my eyes while I live and see when I'm dead.
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