What’s next, love
the last step
is less clear
And do you bleed
at the same speed as I
my dear
My darling, I doubt it
I allowed it to become
what I most fear
If I screamed come here
would you hear as well
I am carrying the weight
of my God-made shell
Well what’s left, love
the next step
will it last
The last thing that I’ll hear
is a whisper from the past
I’m starting to disappear
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