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Blood Letting
In the dark of night
a blade shines by candlelight...
"I must purge the disease
and put my mind at ease..."
Then in the silence,
a voice whispers to me,
"Suicide, is the key."
Delirium? I must hurry!
Contrasting sensation,
cool blade and warm blood!
Divine purification,
ash turns to mud!
Purging devastation,
cool blade and warm blood!
Divine purification,
ash turns to mud!
My consciousness fleeting,
cauterise to stop the bleeding.
Visions flood my closed eyes;
a beautiful woman cries.
The object of my purest desire,
hurt by me under guide of the liar!
I might be able to heal the pain,
but the scar shall forever remain!
Contrasting sensation,
cool blade and warm blood!
Misguided decimation,
ash turns to mud!
Infusing desecration,
cool blade and warm blood!
Misguided decimation,
ash turns to mud!
Laying in the night alone,
cold air chilling to the bone,
the liar laughing at my pain,
will my soul, through the night remain!?
Shivering yet covered in sweat,
the voice issues an ominous threat:
“Tonight you shall not die,
but in a pool of suffering, eternally lie!”
Contrasting sensation,
cool blade and warm blood!
Divine purification/Misguided decimation
ash turns to mud!
Purging devastation/Infusing desecration,
cool blade and warm blood!
Divine purification/Misguided decimation,
ash turns to mud!
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