If I cut you would you bleed red?
Or would it be black like your soul,
We are just alike and its killing me,
I hate the fact a hold the same with you,
A whore like you,
It makes me sick,
But I feel the way you do,
I tast the sour shit to,
I know what its like walking alone in the shadows,
But there must be a light somewhere,
I switch To light me up,
I dont think this is the last of the darkness.
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