Upon this bleeding tree I rest my soul,
So tired of running from this unseen ghost,
Punish me for my sins,
Will you not?
So weak and tender,
Keep the evil safe,
To cradle the demons child in my hand,
Am I not human too?
Silently you devour all of me,
You Can’t be real,
Worn and frayed,
Are you just a mist in my dreams,
These scars of scarlet run deep.
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