Last words of me are spoken –
Keep silence if you can.
No matter how life’s broken,
It matters if you stand!
You’re breathing cold on shadows,
Those tried resist to you!
Now only feeling matters,
As if it’s sweetest new.
That night, you’d spilled to sewer
Your memories about me,
Your hate became just pure.
Damn ways I can’t foresee.
My tongue was pulled out,
But I’m still out of pain.
My time is ending. Thus I’m about
To run at the last one empty lane.
Sacred bloodsheds keep inside
The voice of truth, the sound of thud.
That day, I’ve discovered suicide,
I want to sink within your blood.
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