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Death in a cirlce

 flying in the sky or am I on the ground?
I'm hearing your voice but there is no sound.
I'm lying here but I don't feel dead.

My skin is white, my tongue is wet
physical things that never need to be said.
Death that never leaves
we all scream

death in a circle for we are all fiends

it's time bleed.

cut me up for I'm just getting started

this setting is fading black before white.

This fight is not over.
Written by anna-disgrace (Annadisgrace)
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