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Pink Rain

You split me open,
the blood runs down my face,
mixed with tears,
like pink rain.
Your Satanic fingers,
clutch for my heart.
With bloodlust in your eyes,
determined to make me surrender.
Chasing me through the depths of time,
stopping means more pain.
But you caught me,
and tore what was already shattered.
Now your ugly fingers,
have nothing to clasp.
And pink rain,
pours over me still.





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