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Apr 6
Drip, Drip, Drip. Pools on the floor
Drip, Drip, Drip. You should feel bad, but want more
Blood runs a river,
Eyes darken just so
Drip, Drip, Drip. Blood falls to the floor

Knife sharp, cuts deep.
There’s no remorse so it seems
Dig it deeper, twist it just so
It was vengeance, you see so nothing is wrong

Drip, Drip, Drip. Clean up now.
Drip, Drip, Drip. Wipe away all the bad
The sound echoes,
the splash paints a picture of your vengeance.
Drip, Drip, Drip. So who’s next? I want to know.
Opal Black
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Opal Black
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