Thought of I

When the broken heart still beats
Where the toxic flows within the creeks
Within the red eye with the evil glare
To a tap from drum stick to snare.
From the Samurais Sword
from the blood of the beheaded Nord
The razor comes our of spite
releasing the victim into the night.
Crows flock along the deaden sky
never in a life time thought of I-
cry such tears of harm
and brains never been so alarm.
Poisons release within a scratch
from the dawn the creatures begin to hatch
Silence being the loudest cry
From terrors of the midnight
Never in a life time thought of I-

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