Fade away

By , schenectady, NY
Your blooded tears come down
A blacked puddle forms around
Death shall never face the world of hate,
Can't but yet in away make sense

Hearing them call your name
The dying screams shout your fame
Laughter at which pends for mercy
No wonder you can't see

Can you feel the coldness in the air,
Chills run down your spine
The merciful cries of torture
Madness in ones twisted mind





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