| �Death's Door�
Your laser beam eyes singed my cloak of remorse, Your razorblade words hacked it from my beaten form, Your dagger blade stare cut away at my flesh. Your implements of torture left me in the dark and cold But your blood-spattered hands failed to keep me there. I rise out of the dusk to greet you at death's door. Your bell has tolled. |
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