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Blood stained kisses, cold hands grasp
The deathly stares, the creature’s wrath
those are the things I felt last
A piercing grip, the hold of the devil
The contract has been signed nothing of me is left
My soul falls into the shadow of death
As I grasp for oxygen
As I grasp for help
The voices in my head yelp
The last thing, the only thing I could feel
Are the kisses that stain my cheek
The cold hands that grasp my neck
Its him, my tears hit the floor
If they come looking for me
I wont be here anymore
The mirror smashed, the windows gone
You can hear their howls at dawn
If you hear my whispers do not come knocking at my door
For I am not here anymore