The Blood Of A Man


Emotions out of control
Emotions down to my soul
Don't be afraid to touch the ghost
Living life every dying day
But every dying day, it's hard to stay awake
Dreaming horrific visions
Visions of horrific dreams
Make it hard to feel complete
Til death due us part, were the dreams that made scars
Making bleeding hearts
But is a heart really incomplete if it bleeds?
Or does bleeding make the heart complete?
The blood of a man
Spread across my hands
Because my hands touched the soul of another man
Walking around without a plan
With a man
Spread across my hands
Suicide knocks at my door
And suddenly I don't feel anymore

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