Soft assassin
Pierced my heart gently
Whispered in my ears while breaking my bones
What an exquisite, yet lovely sound it makes
My blood painting the lifeless and boring walls
Say, are those tears of joy or pleasure?
Death is only physical
But this feeling, the ripping of flesh
This cry of desperation and agony
Is eternal
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