execute the silence of your arrow
rip it off under my derelict elbow
I know you won’t stay on the row
live in a fiction of your rainbow
then I should break your neck
with a hand full of granted blood
I’m so sick of you so sick
powder me a gasoline and I’ll blow you
You’re a piece of slacking rust
Die you the empty shallow
into the darkest hollow
I won’t ever want to vow
grey paper skin, you’re so pessimistic
fingered into my bloody nail
detected through my red figure
grey paper skin, you’re so defeated
the time is come to kill you once again
just one more time and I shall rest
callous will eliminate your weight
and agony will be your dead end
this is your nightmare, enjoy it
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