All I see is tragedy

Reality and agony

There's got to be some good left in the world

Hidden away from all this darkness

Leaving death behind

My soul and open wound

See it's bleeding thought

I'd cry if I could

But I'm immune to emotion

The end injected into desolate hearts

Corrupted bodies not afraid of the dark

Forgotten children of a sickening world

Bleeding from sickening wounds

There's got to be some good left in the world

Hidden away from all this torture

Leaving death behind


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