my blood started streaming down
the window of my soul
the droplets hung silently
they didn't want to let go.
oh, final desire
how often you show your face
in a form of green eyes fire
the hot liquid i can still taste.
frozen dark nights
will keep me warm in memory
she was my light
now it's a vast cemetery

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