I counted the days, waiting for so many weeks
Write some poetries to liquefy my weaknesses
Erased my fears from my inside diaries
I became an angel with no more waitings

I don't want any promisses, just blood and fantasies
Let me lead your knives upon your skin and tears
The light has gone and I feel like haunted
My own hollow seems to be a second me

Noises in my heart

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