Luyện nghe bài hát Dying

Picture in a nightmarish scene of such
complexity that you'd kill to be dreaming.
Your been dying, while your mind has been trying
to you picture a life where you'd kill for your
lover and a song in your head. The of countless
others merely set up the lyrics for symphony.
That's where find me.

something has happened here..this is,
this is so much worse than i ever could have
i knew it all that this man should not have been released
god, what's happened here, he's completely torn his apartment apart
the smell is overpowering, a pungent odor,
rotten food or i don't know, possibly something worse
but something else that's almost overpowering
i its a woman's perfume, oh no..no..
i found the he's lying on the floor in the center of the living room
completely naked, emaciated, deathly pale, it appears he hasn't eaten at all for weeks
the has spread up his arms, it must have reached his brain
there's bulging red veins all the way up from his wrist to his neck
there's bottles everywhere, of alcohol and medication
my god this is sickening
there's blood coming out of his mouth ears
he's not dead yet, but he's
i failed, is my fault
and somehow, smiling at me, i think he's whispering something,
no, not just whispering, i he's singing......

singing:]
Now, place ear to my lips.
these notes with your fingertips.
They dance on my last breath.
This is the end. is death.

the lines i wear around my wrist are to prove that i exist

(someone call an ambulance, something's not right)
(the smell of her perfume struggles to everything)

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