| The scalpel cuts through the air.
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| Your thoughts are thick; |
| I do not dare.
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| Dehumanize that which you love.
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| Like clipping the wings of a dove.
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| The quiet bound by razor ribbon.
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| I hear this breath; |
| intrude this reason.
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| Demoralize your affection.
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| Feed you the fruits of my deception.
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| Our eyes of fear bloodshot and bruised.
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| Are weeping in this naked room.
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| You were my life, and now I must end it.
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| Your like a knife as you cut me and I like it.
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| Intimate Incisions.
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| Slice my lips as we speak.
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| I’m bleeding now; |
| my blood is weak.
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| Dehumanize that which you love.
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| Like clipping the wings of a dove.
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| The jagged edge of slithered eyes.
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| Are seething with deceptive lies.
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| Demoralize your affection.
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| Feed you the fruits of my deception.
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| The scraping silence penetrates beneath.
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| My lifeless skin with no relief.
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| You were my life, and now I must end it.
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| Your like a knife as you cut me and I like it.
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| Intimate Incisions.
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| The sharded glass and slashing fears.
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| Are raping me of silent tears.
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| You were my life, and now I must end it.
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| Your like a knife as you cut me and I like it.
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| The piercing moans destroyed the light.
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| Revealing me before your sight.
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| Intimate Incisions |