Lying, helpless and soaked with blood
I've become the deadly fantasy I created
From my own psyche
Left wrist cut open, with my skin looking pale
My pulse is fading, so is this what he felt?
Touch of the mucus underneath my body
Wet and sticky, this is my dead bed
I create on my own
Lying, helpless and soaked with blood
I'm my fantasy
The reporter on the tv led me to this dark gallery
But I found only emptiness
And the best I could do is recreate
The murder scene!
Lying, helpless and soaked with blood
I'm my fantasy
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