Shed your blood
consolidate the doomed heart
Those you try to conquer
are many and won't surrender

Alone crying in misery
identifying yourself
with dead leaves
Nothing more to be said or done
just one more thing
and then you're gone

carrying the burden
survival will not be certain
choose not life
difficulties will triumph

Revelations in the end
the scars of past open red
you have chosen defeat
You, the anti-victor's seed

All the mistakes made in life
reoccurences, those you can't hide
Gripping to useless grief,
the avenger of your stupidity

A sorry mind in grievous silence
Mirrors left without a glance
Tempting possibilities
disconsolate similarities

Overwhelmed with abstract black
Scars had in the past come back
to tear at your soul

Revelations in the end
the scars of past open red
you have chosen defeat
You, the anti-victor's seed

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