I feel no point any longer
The pain building up is too strong
My tears run down as red as death
And the cold sweeps in on wings of phoenixes
My skin longs for that sweet taste of metal
The crimson iron trails down my fingers searching for its’ mother blade
The taste in my mouth turns slowly saltier
And the pure metal running through my veins, being pumped by my stone heart, seeps through my teeth
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