When the moon is out so bright ,
I don't want to sleep ,
All I want to do is weep .
Weep tears of blood.
My eyes , I want to let them flood .
With the blood that oozes from the wounds within my heart ,
Which it seems has been pierced with poisoned darts .
The pain which once rose there ,
Is spreading everywhere .
It is becoming too much to bear .
It has reached a feverish pitch ,
It has created a hole in my soul too large to stitch .
I wish there were some way to ditch ,
This pain .Before it maimed me .
But to no avail .
As my sobs turned to wails ,
I began to turn into a carcass pale .
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