Who's Dead
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- Chapitres 11
The morning is pale and the past shall die
You will embrace loneliness once more
Open your eyelids that cover up the night
You must not fear the ill-boding shadows
Like a doll born
out of a gloomy casket
Your body is red and frozen
and your heart is soothed and raised by the dark
Can you see me?
With how cold our joined hands feel
I'm digging my bloody nails into you
So frown upon me
Let's destroy
our conclusion filled with mysteries
that continues ahead
Rather than dying all empty
with my wings and legs ripped off
There is another me
who loves someone so much that it hurts
Well, which one of us
is a figment of imagination?
What is more horrifying than a splitting scream
is the whispering amongst people
Nothing but the power of evil words
manipulates hearts and spreads
I want to touch you
Even if everyone else disappears
Will I fall for your lie?
Don't smile so beautifully
Let's exchange
the hope that will be created someday
as if falling in love
Even if it's smeared in blood and tears
What is waiting isn't despair
There is another you
and even if I hurt you so much that I kill someone
Hey, what in the world
is 'sin?'
Ah, we are here
The truth is, we want to live
so much that it hurts
But you already long since know
the answer, right?
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