I'm sinking, black everywhere.
Sitting on this pedestal, I'm lifted death-high.
I'm not scared.
Lo and behold, I'm trapped.
Your dream is of the sweetest things.
I cry of sorrowful means.
The darkest day, the beloved ways
I live for this numbing pain.
I'm back to kill, sunny side up.
My skin is marked, slithering llike vines.
Your undivided love is mine.
Our dove's blood, spilt on the rug.
Bone, skin, no heartbeat.
Peace is gone, it's time for war.
Red-black sky, the ground's in parts.
You would run if you were smart.
Lo and behold, I'm trpapped.
Your dream is of the sweetest things.
I cry of sorrowful means.
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