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I hold this blade in my hands
Like a mirror to my soul
I feel close when I bleed
From my roots, from my hole

I carve my self
This litle pieces
I keep on searching
The one that’s missing

As I go deep in my pain
Blur increases
Feels in vain
Blood keeps pulsing, like was screaming
I keep searching what is missing

I keep searching, to see clear
Harmony, near perfection
All is black, pain is back
last breath ends the introspection

I keep carving
bleeding, dying
Yet, keep searching
miserably incomplete

As I go deep in my pain
Blur increases
Feels in vain
Blood keeps pulsing, like was screaming
I keep searching what is missing

Incomplete

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