you're shaking,
like you're dying.
you look into the void.
what scared you, honey?
I do not recognize you.
your last minutes
I hold in my cold hands,
there is no place to shed the tears.
bending over the body
which barely alive
I'll go and cut the throat
to all your enemies,
I promise.
in the morning I was gone
my blood flowed like a river
desecrating the innocent you
Dedicated to Sky
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