Luyện nghe bài hát Dying

Picture yourself in a nightmarish scene of
grotesque complexity that kill to be dreaming.
Your body's been dying, while mind has been trying
to make you picture a life where kill for your
lover and a song in your head. The deaths of
merely set up the lyrics for your symphony.
That's you'll find me.

something awful has here..this is,
this is so much worse than i ever could have
i knew it all along that this man not have been released
god, what's happened here, he's torn his entire apartment apart
the is overpowering, a fowl pungent odor,
like rotten or i don't know, possibly something worse
but there's else that's almost overpowering
i think its a perfume, oh no..no..
i found the patient he's lying on the in the center of the living room
completely naked, emaciated, deathly pale, it appears he hasn't eaten anything at all for
the has spread up his arms, it must have reached his brain
there's bulging bright red veins all the way up his wrist to his neck
there's empty bottles everywhere, of and medication
my god this smell is
there's coming out of his mouth nose ears
he's not yet, but he's close
i failed, this is my
and somehow, smiling at me, i think he's whispering something,
no, not just whispering, i think singing......

singing:]
Now, your ear to my lips.
these notes with your fingertips.
They alone on my last breath.
This is the end. is death.

the lines i wear around my wrist are to prove that i exist

(someone call an ambulance, something's not right)
(the smell of her perfume struggles to everything)

we inseparable