To stay is to die, my darling
and I think I need sweet death
Keep me above the gone ones
I shall be your lonely breath
You are my curse, Macbeth
One complex and scary
Soaked in blood just like Carry
and I know that I love you now
So, pin me up
Throw me down
Do what ever you want to
I'll calmly smile
in your arms for a while
with skin beaten black and blue
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