She was wearing this dress
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With a scarlet tone
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As she was approaching
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The dress was loosing its colour
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What am I seeing
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Why doesn't my mind turn off
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Of images without sense or Death
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If I already died a few hours ago?
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I still feel pain
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I still see things
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I can't believe
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I'm not dreaming
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If this is a dream
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Why can't I wake up?
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I know it's not
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She's coming, I can smell
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A charming perfume
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But something's wrong with her
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She falls on the floor
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And the scarlet becomes toneless
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The world is dying
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Everything turns dingy
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She was the metaphor
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Of the end...
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Everything disappears
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But I am still here
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Sorrow doesn't go away
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I am now in emptiness
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Forever...
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I still feel pain
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I still see things
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I can't believe
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I'm not dreaming
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If this is a dream
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Why can't I wake up?
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I know it's not
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She's dead, I can tell
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By the carrion of her body
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That spreads without stopping
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She fades away
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And the dress... I kept it with me
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Toneless Scarlet
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Necromanther |