The Bloody Years

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I opened my eyes this morning

I opened my eyes to death

The sheets and my skin

Coated in the blood of sins

The haunting dark red

Leaking from those books you once read

The dry bloody powder on my hands

Drives me away from happiness again

As I touch my face with your body's dried red tears

I feel the reality of my fears

I am a coward

For I do not look upon your cold corpse

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