Where I do go, You follow in vain; For I feel none, But sorrow and shame.
Last year, or when? Time bares no meaning. All I do hear, Is distant screaming.
By night; I dream Of his bloodied chest. By day; consumed The guilt, too intense.
My blood runs black, Mine soul is broken. My throat pricks dry; Of words failed spoken.
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