Come down on me, my sweet angel.
Poison milk from that withering breast.
Come down on me, sweet suffocation.
Poison milk from that withered breast.
Your mask is drifting.
See what writhes beneath.
Porcelain grin is cracking, incest to uncoil.
Your laugh spreads yawning, black hole formation.
Drown and the first real breath takes hold.
Washed in a chill so peaceful, sink further.
Hold his hand and crush it.
The depth of the chasm is infinite.
Discover bliss and serenity in drowning.
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