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Perfect Pain
Before I go, Crimson rivers pour. Sweet pain, sweet release, Pounding in my head. Sickness spilling through my veins. Blade tears a poisoned ribbon. My despair puddling, Congealing on the ground. Find me to late. Don't save me now. In my fatal sleep, I am finally free. Tears, Coursing like a flood, Mingle with the gore. The laughing darkness calls. It is waiting. I slip into the void, Whispering. And take back everything I've ever said. Find me too late. Don’t save me now. In my fatal sleep, I am finally free. Turn your head. Just look away once more. Spill crocodilian teardrops, Over my imperfect pain. Taking the hand of Immortal Desire, I have flown to the howling abyss. Lost in my baneful nightmare, I drift alone. Find me too late. Don’t save me now. In my fatal sleep, I am finally free
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