In the eyes of death lies a masochistic bliss.
A thousand melodies in the slice of paper wrists.
Beautiful is the music that flows into my ears.
A music that is often to hard to hear.
In the eyes of death there are many reflections.
You don't see your whole life flash,
You only see your mistakes and neglections.
In the eyes of death I see your face.
I want to join you in that very place.

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