Luyện nghe bài hát Dying

Picture yourself in a nightmarish scene of
grotesque complexity that you'd to be dreaming.
body's been dying, while your mind has been trying
to make you picture a where you'd kill for your
and a song in your head. The deaths of countless
others merely set up the for your symphony.
That's where you'll 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 should not been released
god, what's happened here, he's completely torn his entire apart
the is overpowering, a fowl pungent odor,
like rotten or i don't know, possibly something worse
but there's something that's almost overpowering
i its a woman's perfume, oh no..no..
i found the he's lying on the floor in the center of the living room
completely naked, emaciated, deathly pale, it appears he eaten anything at all for weeks
the infection has spread up his arms, it must reached his brain
there's bulging bright red veins all the way up from his wrist to his
there's empty bottles everywhere, of alcohol and
my god smell is sickening
there's blood coming out of his mouth nose
he's not dead yet, but close
i failed, this is my
and somehow, he's smiling at me, i think he's something,
no, not whispering, i think he's singing......

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Now, place ear to my lips.
Trace these notes with fingertips.
dance alone on my last breath.
This is the end. is death.

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

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

we inseparable