Crawl inside my core,
Shiver from the cold.
Sunken forevermore.
I escape from the pressures and from the romantic masquerade.
Away from my dying heart or what's left of it.
I fade away out and into the black.
After I stone the crow I grip the razor's edge.
Then I open my eyes,
Swollen and sunburnt.
I drop the steel and stride to a guiding light.
It's the end of the world from my point of view.
... but somehow all I really want is you.
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