Luyện nghe bài hát Dying

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

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

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

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

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

we inseparable