Complexity
Raw human emotion is shown tonight
As the clock ticks in its hyperbole of time
The broken hands and frail hearts are left to fix this
But this call is nothing more then a dial tone
And life slips through her vulnerable fingertips
Tonight will be the last for this crazy brute; this nightmare
Right now she may take her last breath
The virgins pale skin becomes translucent as her soul creeps out of her body
This tormented mind searches for ease
But eternal slumber is the only option left
No sedative can offset or suppress
This undeniable pain that has poisoned her soul
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