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Pieces of life, the heavy chandelier fell
Light shrapnel, shards, in a dark flood Removing the curse, self inflicted spell The growing chimera inside the blood Unable Everything gray, pale, sick Tick... The saber coming down Drawing a blood letter Tick... words... tick... They begin to speak Variety of models A whisper... Thick... Unable to understand Two and a half decades since my bleeding mother Screamed me in this world... still don’t know why Why in the hell she even bothered To give a life... then leave it to die To bend Unable to be Hemophiliac dancing on a river of ice Razor shards, blades, crystal ruby wires, Daily spices Nightly fires Spires.. spires.. Crossing spires Laughs And all where ready to scream Me, just me, and only me, I’m everything ...NOTHING... Said destiny Silently moving the scythe Sparkling jewelry upon the naked neck Behind everybody’s back All is black while black is white And white is black For the scythe The blood, The neck Unable to forget And then you get it The feeling, It feels as if yesterday returned Three episodes of death If there is anything to get Out of that But death And more death And more Unable to continue bleeding Like that strange felling you have The simple wish to kill something Destroy something with life, with hopes, with past but no future Only to watch it disappear under the decaying autumn leaves Only to know what you feel, to sense you’re self again To remember what you where and see what you’ve become The autumn or the leaf... Or whatever they are both hiding Such calmness follows Seeing the hollows Left... at last Until next time The saber ticks The chandelier rains Pieces of hell Tick... A heaven thick Tick...
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