Luyện nghe bài hát Dying

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

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

singing:]
Now, place ear to my lips.
Trace these notes your fingertips.
They 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 of her perfume struggles to cover everything)

we inseparable