dead skin weathered lifeless and torn the eyes sewn shut
stabwounds will take their toll murderer with her smile and
they shut their eyes now that night has fallen and
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I see a red door and I want it painted
she wasn't born in that brothel I'm told
well aware of
songs made of whispers
silent screams like a choral of
my heartstrings cease to strain i've aquired a taste for
in the midnight hour we wished for dawn alas we've
Their whispers become like cries tears fall from blinded eyes