As the razor blade calls,
In sweet angel voice,
Heaven falls,
To the demons rejoice
I feel salty waters falling,
Descending down my cheeks,
Death is calling,
He has been for weeks.
I feed death a line,
Scarlet red beading,
So fine, so divine,
Such gleeful red bleeding.
My arm is painted a bloody sunrise,
An artists masterpiece,
A monster in disguise,
Hiding the demon rapped in fleece.
Strangely though my breathing slows,
My body is heavy like lead,
I watch from beyond as my blood still flows,
Am I dead?
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