There goes my valentine again,
Soaked in red for what she said...
And now she's gone....
Oh my god have I done it again?!
There's a pulse and it's deafening.
I can't help what I hear in my head....
It's the switch that I flick (and it says)
Hand of blood, I don't wanna feel, my heart is breaking
Hand of blood, I don't wanna see, my life is burning
I saw you look away
Is what you've seen too much to take
Or are you blind and seeing nothing, I saw you run
I saw you run away
Is what I've done too much to take or are you scared of being nothing
There's a stain on my hand and it's red
Oh my god am I losing it?!
I can't help what I've done or I said
It's the button I push (and it says)
Hand of blood, I don't wanna feel, my heart is breaking
Hand of blood, I don't wanna see, my life is burning
I saw you look away
Is what you've seen too much to take,
Or are you blind and seeing nothing, I saw you run
I saw you run away,
Is what I've done too much to take or are you scared of being nothing
I saw you look away
Is what you've seen too much to take,
Or are you blind and seeing nothing, I saw you run,
I saw you run away,
Is what I've done too much to take or are you scared of being nothing
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Kisa's Poetry
What makes me do my ways? Maybe you'll find out by entering, if you dare...
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The Healer of Lost Souls
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As I look up to the moon, black feathers rest upon my head.
I then grow my wings to join them.
I then grow my wings to join them.