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In the midnight air a whisper calls

A mother lost behind these walls

Bloodred stains on her pale hands

Haunting ghosts

Lost in haze

“He guides my hands

He betrayed me, he abused me

He was supposed to cleanse my mind

A knife’s reflection

In darkness it lies

Forgotten screams haunting me

The truth, cruel and blind”

Through darkened streets I roam alone,

Fragments of memories

Like shattered stones

The weight of the night

Tells a tragic tale

Of blood, of loss,

And a soul grown frail

“Black traces in my mind

They led me to the light

I was taken for a doll

With no defense

No recompense

Forced to kill him cold

And I say it

I say it

Loud”

Through darkened streets I roam alone,

Fragments of memories

Like shattered stones

The weight of the night

Tells a deadly tale

Of blood, of loss,

And a soul grown frail