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And watch as in those last moments

I drift farther from myself...

Watch is the blood drains slowly from my vains

and the breath in me just washes away

Rip out my heart and shatter it into a million little pieces...

and spread them all over the places where I have been

colour my soul jet black for its too frozen and dead to warm up to anyone

The colour in my life has vanished

I am just a dull figure in black and white

On the verge between life and death

One wrong move could end the very existence of this survival

Who knew that I could make it thus far...

For I should have been dead on arrival....