If these pillows could smell,
they would recognize
this p___ staind stench of flesh
on this soaked bed.

"A red splattered portrait of your destruction on the wall."

Eyes are motionles!
(A half empty glass) of broken wills.
Blood turns cold.
Kill me now that I understand,
free me with a f___ing smile!

"A red splattered portrait of your destruction on the wall."

(Swallow, don't pour down!)
Take the strength to close... to close your eyes!
Close your eyes!

Recalling golden memories...
(Before your finger forces you to) DIE!

Die!

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