Tears from my eyes, 
blood from my cries.
Hurt from the pain,
but leaving no stain.
There were no questions,
no care, no mentions.
what do i have?
no life, no passion.


"No one cares!", my thoughts decide
And that is when my worlds collide.
People, faces come passing by,
but no one dared to meet my eye.


A simple smile is all i ask,
but all i got were phony little masks.
Heartless parasites, these people are,
having all their emotions spat into a jar.
blood, blood, dripped from my heart,
words were only needed to widen this cut.


maybe i'll end this pain,
staining the world with my velvet red,
then i'll make my mark,
and this will be the ground,
where i shall lay.


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