beserk
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Screams shout from the soul. Dark demons fill the air. A hundred pieces of broken glass to walk upon. No where to go, lost, trapped. Stuck at the bottom, no way out. Help! No one hears, no one cares. The light is ever fading.
Drowning in black.
Pulling me back is the red
The rage that brings around my head
The blood to bring about the blue flood,
Not of tears, but of a flimsy handle on my fears
