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With mirth it clouds the eyes

With vicious grand and viscous grace

Then possession closes eyes

It wields a whirling scythe

Beyond these shackled reins

Slide crimson grinning wounds

Slicing at enraptured veins

Raptured spilling frantic

With knives voracious

Ritual flesh be pierced

With knives voracious

Penetrates deep and fierce

With knives salvation

It'll enter you

Blunt spiraling grey whispers

Dancing crescents ritualize

Beckoning to kill one's self

Malicious is their cry unrestrained

Self-hatred paints my eyes

Carnivorously overwhelming

A pain almost akin to truth

Savage pulsing thirst

Drowning in this wine