red wine

2 wrists open, red wine of possession
running cold, to enyoy the fucking dead
the strenght of weakness
makes me depart from the mortals
life is just a question, i can not answer
trapped in the claws of time when i try
there was nothing when i lived
so whos gonna remember?

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