The damage is done,
The wounds have bled,
The night, no longer,
Seeing red.
My body lies,
Upon this rock,
Bled out, bone dry,
Against the clock.
There's nothing you,
Can do or say,
To make my thoughts,
Return to stay.
I've bled the last,
I won't deny,
If I had tears,
I'd try to cry.
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