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Dead eyes staring straight
World around filled with hate
Dry gaze ever so bleary
Fitting in this sight so dreary

Red and blacks
Knives and backs
Hands and arms
Running out of Charms

Soul aloft
Ray so soft
Light divine
Nothing will shine

Blades dance
Cells prance
Labs rejoice
Here comes the voice

Music adrift
Notes uplift
Pencils scratch
No more catch

Wings suspended
Justice beheaded
Body beheaded
Skin still connected

Muted madness
Suppressed sadness
Phony princess
Many secrets

Fighting in outrage
Emotions in a cage
Chairs colored beige
Unexisting mage

Smile gracing the face
In a flash of a second
Gone at the reminder of the race
Nobody to beckon

Left behind in ashes and rubble
Trapped forever inside a bubble
For when the film goes pop
Death in happiness, will hop