Red Sleep. Infidelity.

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By Anathema

a gasp for breath, metallic sheen contrasting with the paleness of the skin a gasp of pleasure, cold, and hard, and sharp, it burns, rough across the smoothness of my heart final exhiliration, exhalation, it's so beautiful. i'll see you soon, somewhere, anywhere is better than this hell. wine permeating soft white sheets burgundy-red where the pale threads meet bloodstains marking the whole bed's breadth my last gift to you, so savor my last breath i apologize, i never told the truth, and i've always been so cruel to you you won't have to worry about me anymore, sleep well, your lifeless whore lies right next to you. steel, and flesh, and skin so torn. this faithless heart will beat no more.

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