Cauldron 

Bloody streaks on the tiled floor 

Dead again like I was before 

Staining all with my reddened hands 

Nothing compares to my bleeding bones 

And down my body every blood drop rolls 

The way I died was the same again and I’ve seen the light 

It flickers now and then but it lures me to hell 

And at the gates I fall in a bloody pool 

I’m a mess and I’m broken 

And I’m bleeding and bruised 

But my minds still alive like a big cauldron 

Bubbling boiling alive with ambition 

I just wish my heart and soul would be that way too

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