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Deaths Last Drink
Another day another cut,
another wound I cannot shut.
The taste of eternity lies upon my lips,
another glass of death to sip.
Released upon the fallen I weep,
droplets of blood, they slowly creep.
Leaving a tale of woe behind their masks
slowly they fall to the forgetable task.
Just another dream in a sea of pain.
Just another wail in an endless scream.
Another puppet for you to call your own
ever lonely, yet never alone.
The decadent voice calls out for me
as hands entrapt me whilst I try to flee
Their embrace a cold and haunting cell
a place where I can call my hell.
What is left but wasted lies,
all I hear are mournful cries.
The dead they dance until sunrise
where they disappear from human eyes
And now I am one with their kin
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