It’s raining tonight
The sky cried for its unquiet sound
And the smoke smells for its bittersweet taste
And I am colder than ever
Taking the wind as it frosts my leftover flesh
So I’m heating up my bone
Then I’m feeling in my blood
As it drips down
I’m catching it with my own hand
Every drop of every last drip
Seeing the colour of red
As it’s getting darker and darker
And lighter and lighter
Till the moment I perish
I’m covered with my own blood
Tasting my own true blood
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