Wounds so deep Wounds so painful Wounds that don't even bleed. Wounds so fresh Wounds so evil Wounds that come from within. My wounds are screaming, Tearing my soul Eating my flesh with their teeth. They torture my sanity Flaying my skin, Their fury tempered with steel. These wounds, they hunt me Smelling my fear Tasting the dread in my mind. These wounds, never healing, Laughing, jeering, Savoring the pain in my eyes. These wounds, eternal, Lords of distress, Living off the sound of my cries. These wounds, rejoicing, Drinking their wines While I drink from the glass of demise...
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