49. DYE

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Let me show him,
One who is unfair,
Blades will be red again,
Cutting layers after layers..

Let me sail on sinking ship,
Slowly into the sea,
Let's stare into the one who scares,
Smothering in air of one's own nightmare..

Gathering the courage,
To stand up again,
But the scar on my face,
Makes me want to run away..

Standing on the edge,
Why not take another step?
Easy way out, easy way out,
I don't care anyway..

Sadness of seven notes,
Silent melancholy heart compose,
Words sing of every beat,
Lullaby of a defeated king..

My blood flows
from my wrist,
that I have cut,
Will it be enough,
To dye everything..

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