Look at the masterpiece that I wish to create
But how is that possible in a world full of hate
I thought I was tough
and then I realized that maybe I had it rough
Frowning
Drowning
Yet there's still a piece that I hold onto
Out of everything and everyone the masterpiece that I've created is you
Your beautiful color, redder than crimson yet lighter than violet
Your substance is changing my body's climate
Oh, pain really is beautiful
Yet it's still unbearable and dreadful
My dear blood
You're thicker than mud
This is my last time seeing the world
The beautiful world that was once pearled
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