Still hard to let go I can still hear you singing, the mourning bells are ringing. These thoughts lost in my head, with these eyes left to witness the black and red. Poetic, psychotic. Romantic, eccentric. Eating away at me slowly, soon to come and embrace me. Stain my cloths with that crimson justice, to show your true face my alice. Everlasting madness, such a mess. The ropes slowly coming apart, now here back at the start. Hunger, stronger. Unconscious, darkness. This end that I let in, my life yours and all thats within. Don't you detest what you see? Wont you come and digest me? Make me pay for my deceit, Bon appetite.
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