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Only a face.
The silence is deafening
In this place
There is no joy
Only a face.
No sight can be sweet
The face is scowling
Nothing can be felt
Only pain growing
The taste of blood
The pain is searing
Deep in my soul
These scars are not healing
The skin is rough
Where scars remain
Fighting to feel love
In this heart of pain
The scent of fear
From pain inflicted on the core
Dieing alone
Not breathing any more
