Oh, what a horrible night to have a curse,
Thy cosmic horror makes it worse.
Razor blade slashes and rose thorn wristbands,
Blood will drain away from my veins.
Oh this curse, this curse is death
My body is pale and I'm losing my breath.
This curse, this curse kills me so
The blade will slice through my arm
And the blood will flow.
Now take this light that I do see,
And paint it black, and let me be
And fall endless into the depths of the abyssal hell,
with my suicide
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