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Cold wind howling
Tall trees whistling
In this lonely, haunted park I sit
Scratch my scars to bleed, I see fit
On the tree trunk, my head I hit
Drink my tears to douse my thirst
Cry for help, from those who came here first…
Oh no! I am having those dreams again
I hear me groan and scream out of pain
My pale skin socked in my own blood
My poor soul drowned in the flood
Flood of my tormented tears
Dripping from my innermost fears
Running I try, but I am too weak
Drooling, moving like an undead freak
Strange voices in my head I hear
“You are dead,” they whisper in my ear
They show me the cradle of my life
In silence, I see it flush away
Torn apart, hurt, I reached for the knife
And sliced my wrist that very day
I saw them cuddle on my own bed
The pain I could not bare
My woman I could not share