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vivid visions of a six inch wrist incision
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1-800 dread
noises,
still people make noises
noises,
still people make noises
collected and sampled
starving for zero
noises,
still people make noises
noises,
till they make me sick
I feel everything too much
but still connect the cuts
staining the silk until I am all but numb
the skin once vibrant
but the saturation seemed to fade
when I spill myself
I traced your name across my veins
blood junkie
ugly shame
collecting her stains
oh how depraved
rope burn neck tie
tell me did you feel alive?
rope burn neck tie
tell me did you see the signs?
my shame
i’ve got my veins in a cage
she dug her nails into my wounds
the stain
she’s holding hands with the rope
I helped her lace around her throat
dancing through the red light
I've never felt so alive
**** me dead
picking scabs off my innocence
noises,
still people make noises
noises,
still people make noises
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1-800 dread
noises,
still people make noises
noises,
till they make me sick
send the text
1-800
dread
