Solitude by Lance Boudreaux
Sunday, December 11, 2011
SALIGIA (1 of 7)
There's blood on my hands
There's blood on my bed
There's blood on my memories
My mind filled with red
I don't know who's it is
And I don't know how it got there
I can only remember red mist
And now it is everywhere
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