It’s accusations of treason
That go through my head.
A veil shrouds my reason
Crimson red.
Did you know that you drew blood
With the things you said?
Your heel crushed a rosebud
Crimson red.
All the feelings that I nurtured
Left me empty and dead;
My heart thrown out to the vultures
Crimson red.
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and a blanket of darkness covers you,
and the motion of being carried in your body,
and falling and being caught all at the same time
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