feet are cut... by melancholia-infested memories.
is this my savior? my never-ending heaven I'm supposed to be in?
no, god never answered me.
here I am, death on earth. earth I am, both of us blend... to eternity.
no curse, no bliss.
no death to undying crisis.
you will never get the key, not on last blink.
die, girl with a poem. die on her last poem.
salvation whispers.
