Haunting Faces
The last time I bleed will be throuhg my eyes
But never again will it be over estrogene
The insane vibrations loosens my grip on reality
I slowly slip in to a surreal world of ecstasy
The fame causes suicidal tendacies
And edges enter like bricks through bone
Tough until crakced, then brittle as shells
The last time I bled was through my eyes
So I am not able to see their faces
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