Dark World Called Home
Born to live,Born to die.
Blood on my hands.
I cradle my head as I cry.
I cry in the dark as the world goes black.
The darkness takes over and light don't come back.
The air is cold and my eyes are ice as I look for people but no one in sight.
As my legs fall so do I.
My hands on my knees as I curl up and cry,
My hands are all bloody and I'm all alone everyone gone nobody home.
Just me in this dark world called HOME.
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