Black shadows upon the face,
The earphone veins beat strong in place,
All charged with blood, euphoric pulse,
A rhythmic heart, its tunes convulse.
A glass of blood, a glass of wine,
The breath paints ink across all time,
The figure, draped upon the bed,
While hearing death and seeing red.
t h e m u s i c i n t h e
d a r k e n e d s o u l
e n g u l f s t h e h e a r t
e n g u l f s i t w h o l e
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|twisted|mind|
|sets|free|the|words|
|undoes|the|bind|
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