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The perfect end to what has yet to begin...The silent symphony to distort within...My puncture wound, my silver sliver...This cancerous confession in the confines of a sinner...Your faithless display of hope...Your irigating rays i-shall-devote...This is what she left half-spoken...'Id cry but all my tears are left broken"...A special kiss, "I CUT MYSELF" -My song...My watered down drink, I've idled it too long...Content, i beg to know what else...Intimately i hear her fading health...So cold, so preshious, so precise...Sheltered quite, the lonely scarlet inside...So was it then, fatigued & pale?...Vaccant (I-AM) glancing upon risen betrayal...I just smiled, but comforts worth the hurt...She says the comfort helps me forget i hurt...
If you don't realy get it...its about cutting yourself...
If you don't realy get it...its about cutting yourself...
