I can feel it now, a danger creeping through the darks of me,
a simple reason to let the crimson flood regain it's power.
With each beat of my heart,
I can see less and less,
a testament to the dark,
something grave I can't confess.
And in this torture, what I see,
a blanket of tools to cover you,
in the dank, I feel a scream,
and soon I know I've smothered you.
Standing now, one man of three,
I stare into the tempest sky,
Knowing now what I not see,
of three that stood, now so stand I.
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