broken...
skin dripping red
every cut bled
clock ticking pain
every second rains
this token...
heart in flight
of endless night
a single scream
of unlived dreams
spoken...
arrogant crisis
prayers to Isis
weak in will
prayers selfish still
this token...
with every slice
your anguish enticed
hell circles nine
your death becomes mine
broken...
I don't have the cure
the choice is yours
you're never alone
but my heart is done
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