poison has punctured and penetrated
devouring life in my straight jacket
pull my hair across
mourn in strangling frost
then a dream flashed so soon
of when fire was burning at noon
a figure was standing in a shade
behold,my eyes were made
a shadow, now silhouette
are you here to make me regret?
but in my ears he began to sing
of a melody my head couldn't bring
now i started to forget
of how warm his lips were
maybe for now i must let
the embrace of filth adhere.
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