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The knife bites deep, a cruel artist’s stroke

Bloody chunks fall like discarded dreams

And the heartbeat of the night quickens

Each pulse a reminder of life’s cruel edge

Cut throat, rip flesh

The air thick with death



Flesh meets the blade with a reluctant sigh

Rip of skin, a tragic symphony unfurling

As warmth spills forth, painting the ground

Each drop a testament to the dance of death

Cut throat, rip flesh

The air thick with death

In this theater of violence

Beauty blooms, a morbid elegance

Raw and unrepentant, killing in the stillness

Illusions of brain

Where the line blurs between life and lament

Time slows, the body holding its breath

The knife a silent witness

Cold and unforgiving

Flesh meets the blade with a reluctant sigh

Rip of skin, a tragic symphony unfurling

As warmth spills forth, painting the ground

Each drop a testament to the dance of death

Cut throat, rip flesh

The air thick with death

In this theater of violence

Beauty blooms,  a morbid elegance

Raw and unrepentant, killing in the stillness

Illusions of brain

Cut throat, rip flesh

The air thick with death