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Cold metal
Against hot flesh.
A loud bang
Is my final goodbye.
One dead.
Pieces slowly sewn back together
With lies and ice.
This is my patchwork heart.
A gentle beating
But it is not my heart.
Rough teeth
Biting into my throat.
Two dead.
Hide stretched onto a bony frame.
Nothing more
Than a hollow shell.
Crimson puddles
And broken glass
Litter the floor
Of my heart and soul.
Three dead.
White walls
And gentle hands
Along with the tormenting voices in my head.
The voice,
The light,
Both beckoning me to come
But I deny them my love.
Four dead.
Another pickled liver,
And even more
Shattered dreams.
Love is poison
Just one drop
Can taint the soul
And leave you begging for more.
Five dead.
Your voice,
And the flashing sirens
Are demonic torment.
Death of the heart,
Of the mind,
Body and soul
Is unbearable.
Nowhere to run.
Nowhere to hide.
Your eyes are covered
And your heart missing.
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