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A dance of the dead fades away from the light,

Razors splitting flesh with such painful delight,

Hearing rapid heartbeats as bodies hit the floor,

The sound of your voice, I can't hear it anymore.

Because I keep screaming, my eyes are closed tight,

Eyes becoming weary as my body tries to fight,

My blood keeps dripping off my fingers to the bed,

My body keeps moving but all feeling is dead.

Sweat begins to pour like rivers down my face,

Tears mixed within seem to enlighten my taste,

Heart pounding rhythms, splitting open my chest,

My body is exhausted but it's not the time to rest.

My head is spinning rapidly, I cannot see your eyes,

A shadow of your face shows that you can't hear my cries,

Embrace the ending of it all, all nerves becoming numb,

I cannot find the pinpoint of where my pain is coming from.

One final strike, I can't feel you anymore,

With eyes closed tight, my body hits the floor,

I realized why you didn't stop, it's now I understand,

That everything that happened that night was done by my own hand.