Goetia
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My Pain
My room, it is my sanctuary, my safe haven,
it is a place I can call my home,
its walls were once white and very bright,
now they are covered in nightmarish splashes and streaks of red.
My life has lead me to this point,
the point where I cannot express my pain, other than the way I do now,
the way where my arms share the same crimson colour, the same red streaks,
and when the tears flow, it is water that flows, but tears of blood.
What have I done to deserve this fate?
in that moment is when I remember my life and all that has happened,
there is but one desire I have, one left for my time in this world,
and that is to be free of this place, this cold hell.
My room, it is my sanctuary, my safe haven,
it is a place I can call my home,
its walls were once white and very bright,
now they are covered in nightmarish splashes and streaks of red.
My life has lead me to this point,
the point where I cannot express my pain, other than the way I do now,
the way where my arms share the same crimson colour, the same red streaks,
and when the tears flow, it is water that flows, but tears of blood.
What have I done to deserve this fate?
in that moment is when I remember my life and all that has happened,
there is but one desire I have, one left for my time in this world,
and that is to be free of this place, this cold hell.
