My world is quiet now,
head filled with nonsense and cotton wool
I slow, stilling further,
feel keenly this war within--
one must die that the other may live,
and I know this dance of Death,
throat slit from the inside.
I succumb to silence.
head filled with nonsense and cotton wool
I slow, stilling further,
feel keenly this war within--
one must die that the other may live,
and I know this dance of Death,
throat slit from the inside.
I succumb to silence.
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