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This is the poem that sign my Words in blood
in the veins they pour from
that writes each word a soul of sadness, a Memory of pain
because I have nothing left to bleed
because I have done all I could now, now I shall sleep
And when the ruptured white light
brings me to my self, to the peace that I lost, ill be home
this is the poem that that I have signed in my blood
on sheets of memories I should have forgotten
now let me sleep the peaceful sleep