My scarlet dreams -
Your bleeding eyes,
With dedly blinks.
You my demise.
In rotting lips
Pink greasy worms,
Cadaverous breath
Like call for corpse.
Blood tendon skein
Is meal for bugs.
Thrombosis vein -
Like home for slugs.
No more highest wall
In front of You.
My eyes like glass of doll -
Forever blind - can't see the true...
You'll come at last,
When we'll be dead.
You'll see the light,
But only Black...
My Demise
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