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Description
Suffering from emotive necrophelia.
Sadness revived to be drowned in pain.
A feast of sorrow made flesh in your thoughts,
A compulsive habit of which you cannot refrain.

A mental struggle which cannot be won.
Your mind's unjust retching, succumbed in defeat.
It has not yet ended, it merely begun,
With a blast of agony, sanity blows its retreat.

Pain burns away before truth's naked eye,
Lulling the senses into serene flight.
It's only illusion, a self-induced lie.
Please heed the following words in your mind:

"I plead on my knees, I cry at the thought,
of you sitting there, alone in the dark.
When holding the steel, it's edge upon skin,
Please read this through, and do not begin"

Description
Suffering from emotive necrophelia.
Sadness revived to be drowned in pain.
A feast of sorrow made flesh in your thoughts,
A compulsive habit of which you cannot refrain.

A mental struggle which cannot be won.
Your mind's unjust retching, succumbed in defeat.
It has not yet ended, it merely begun,
With a blast of agony, sanity blows its retreat.

Pain burns away before truth's naked eye,
Lulling the senses into serene flight.
It's only illusion, a self-induced lie.
Please heed the following words in your mind:

"I plead on my knees, I cry at the thought,
of you sitting there, alone in the dark.
When holding the steel, it's edge upon skin,
Please read this through, and do not begin"