In my own little world, my soul has shattered

I feel a empty hole in my chest, and nothing seems to be able to fill it up.

At least, nothing normal. Blood flows in the rivers and stains my clothes.

It burns my eyes to look, yet I feel like I can't keep away.

I imagine bodies flouting on this river, disisembled ever which way.

My twisted dreams keep me alive, but they do not heal my shattered  and bloody soul that is beyong repair.

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