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Awash in blood and pain
Tearing shattering
Black roses are strewn in my path
I write in inks of doom
The normals all hate me for they are fools
I cry even as I write
Could I find an even lonelier place to be
Intoxicated with blood
No solace for the unforgiven
I will show the world one day
Endless life in the darkness
- Q