On
the Threshold of Death
Black
heart bleeds.
Broken.
Cut,
stabbed.
Bruises
bloom.
Mournful.
Heartache.
Fire
surrounds.
Feeds
the rain.
Ashes.
Fall
steadily.
Symphonies
of pain.
Torture.
Eye
contact, lost.
Weak.
Paranoia.
Flying
bodies.
Leave
me to die.
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