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A Scorched Winter
Tethered and bound
Laying in my vomit
Crying without a sound
The dogs lick my wounds
Tasting tainted meat
Sticky just like honey
How can blood taste so sweet
The cold air is piercing ...
Laying in my vomit
Crying without a sound
The dogs lick my wounds
Tasting tainted meat
Sticky just like honey
How can blood taste so sweet
The cold air is piercing ...
