Black Spades

Your sleeping in a heart of black spades. Written out in the sands of time. Forgotten like all the rest. 

What can you do when theirs nothing left to give. 

A heart of black spades exiled from the world. Rotting, forgotten. Open ended, tear me up and spit me out. Watch the blood pour out.

What can you do when theirs nothing left to give

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