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Red Rain

From the table top
to the floor
Arms spread out
tapping on the floor
cherry puddles
the letting, knives and razorblades

take me now
I have nothing left to give
erase me somehow
no more reason to live

A pierced soul
draining the wounds
I empty myself
tied to my legs
cut from this world
nothing more to fear
darkness comes in day
fadding me away
not destroyed, yet dead

life lived alone
and now darkness come
I go away, flatlined I become

silence cannot break my screams
the light cannot be found
a fettish corpse
and cherry lakes
under my feet
my arms are weak
as I go to sleep