In my hands transparent knives
In my room with no view she sings to me
silver speaking words like trials
and the nights out are killing fields
freezing like antarktis
I wither under the sheets
sheets of light reflecting papers before the words come out
before I start silver speaking
words delusioned and insane
silver speaking words like trials
and the nights out are killing fields
freezing like antarktis
I wither under the sheets
sheets of light reflecting papers before the words come out
before I start silver speaking
words delusioned and insane
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