• Another thin red line
    Pushed against my bruised flesh
    Deeper and deeper it digs into me
    Tightening my skin
    Blood of agony
    Ghosts of my past haunt my inner circle
    They creep over me branding me with their mark
    The wire burning my flesh
    It's a fair judge that cursed me
    Unable to see compassion for the wicked
    Darkness turns dark red
    My head swaying looking at the thin red line