If I don't blink, I see through everything.
To quench the thirst, a sanctified poison.
I'll remember the taste of water on my lips.
Smoke fills the air, can it numb despair?-
Are you here to help me die?
Watch me feast upon the wind of a cold night sky.
Not humanity's redemption... but a cancer of the soul?
I am not your disease. You are mine.
You can't cure me. So try to kill me. There's only one way to make sure.
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