Like a river that's out of control, sweeping any and all, is my life.
My downward plunge into an unknown abyss has left me bitter and lost.
I do nothing, am nothing, feel nothing, but rage--
Blood red eyes in a sea full of black.
My mind has lost all its wit, my hands tremble and shake.
The blood red moon has arisen,
And so has my need to take.
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