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Out cold

I'm out cold
lying on the floor
so bold
by the frame of the door

light dances inside me head
turning blue and then dark red

i come alive again
and i feel
my sin
whirl and reel

i smell blood
it's caked like mud

it's mine
i wonder who
oh fine
would do

such a thing to a vampire
probably my friend the liar





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