Caress depressed faces with one final word
Feel it in the corners of your eyes
I wait for the call to become your death
You are in the arms of impending death
You look so good with your blank stare
Screaming all I need to see
Silent, violence, begin to shiver and shake
This is the end of you, I've got one word for you
Run, my masterpiece in mind
All vivid, florid colors
For one subject and none other
Deceiver, you've ruined everything

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