The void in my eyes, Reality behind my falsehoods, The fall before my ascent, Furthermore, the farewells; It alarms me. The dim underneath my skin, The light inside my transgressions, The voice that uproariously sings, Furthermore, my wrecked wings; It alarms me. The injuries I can't recuperate, The torment I can't feel, The misfortune I can't bargain, Furthermore, when I am genuine; It alarms me. The quietness in my little talks, The quietness in my twilight strolls, The prospect of independent ways, Furthermore, my numbered days; It alarms me. The devils under my bed, The words turning in my mind, The blood in my perspiration, Furthermore, my cool breath;
It alarms me. It alarms me.
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