An Overture Of Crimson Blood,
Spilling Deeply, In A Flood;
The Musical Symphony That Is My Screams,
The Monotonous Overtone That Is To Be;
Head Tilted Back,
Face Towards The Sky;
Here I Utter,
One Last Sigh;
Musical Wails Fill The Air,
As I, The Conductor,
Cut In Despair;
The Knife Is Guiding,
Through Each Stroke;
A Maestro Of A Single Note,
A Note Of Overflowing Lies,
A Note,
So Cleverly Disguised;
An Overture Of Pain,
A Symphony Of Violence;
As All Falls Unto The Floor,
Forever Silent...
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