Does the mist of doom parasite them
My arteries spray a message, you are them
Pulse gushes out warm blood
Arterial tear fissures the ground
What I taste like is gangrene
Melting silhouette is my true form
I saw it as a vision
Through the other side
Echoing depths I am surrounded by
The dying misted in the blood stream
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