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Your cold hand touches my cheek,

There is sheer terror in this, this

Romance with [little] meaning.



Your majestic eyes stare straight through me

And your gleaming skin blinds me

There is so much that I can't understand.



The exact opposite of thought posseses me

As your lips touch mine

I laugh in pure ecstasy



You [feel] so alive

But you [look] so dead

I look away and give you the gun



There is sheer beauty in this, this

Romance with so much meaning

You feel so alive



Capture me again,

Stare through me again

Make me feel alive.



Kill me again.

Your face smiles down at me,

I laugh.