Hole in my Heart

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Autumn

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It's that time of year again As the veil is pulled back

Counting down Ten, nine, eight

Uncontrollable, undeniable, anger Raises up upon me like a red film

Nightmare hall Elongating so no matter what

Eye of newt Left bat wing

The carriage is her escape.

Dirty money is hard to clean With blood still dripping

Dusk falls with the leaves A chill creeps more prominently