I spread the ink
so black and red
The blood in my viens
Is my soul this dead?
I cast the light
The white and gray
Is my heart this plain?
In everyway?
I show the lines
between day and night
In the twillight between
I've lose my sight
I paint myself
With blood and taint
Was my pulse this weak?
Was it always this faint?
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