Bliss

And they plundered my thoughts
I was alone in the midst of dreams
I weeped through my visions
For that I have seen my flaws

There lies my past beneath 
Like a rose trampled in my way
I chose the dream which less scared me
I chose to potent but I failed 

I rejuvenated my feeling with my veins
I have seen the story of a countess 
Who has polished through blood 
It was the blood of the innocent who cried 

I have seen the path which was filled 
With the essence of blood and bile 
I chose to move with blood 
For that i sacrificed my youth in hands of filthy savages who drank coke in skulls

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