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What a cruel sensation 

To feel the shape of bones beneath your aging skin 

Your naked emotion 

Meets with the fear -now will you give in? 

You may hold your life 

In these fleshless hands -there may not be more 

What a wrong decision 

To dig into the nature of what you adore


And there is sweetness in the thoughts familiar 

In any book of any capable dreamer lying buried below 

There is beauty in the feeble killer 

Inside the drugs that make you shiver, tender, out of nothing at all 

You may fool your mind 

All of the time -now will you ignore 

This cruel sensation 

And all those shameful years 

'Cause there will be more


You are choking and it's serious 

Well you can't see it's delirious