I'm sitting in the centre of a circle
in the middle of a floor.
Moonlight from my window
beaming around the circumference.
No sound can be heard by anyone
except me.
No one hath heard my screaming
in the centre of the circle.
The spectacle my blood makes
through my crimson veins
with each wave my voice box releases.
Through the breaks of skin
blood outlies along the circumference.
The moon outlines this circle.
I got to cut away from the surface
in the centre of the circle.
But he holds me down
to punish me.
What light break through thy window
Burning a hole through my chest.
I can almost feel my screaming.
The theatre of Imagination
beneathe me.
Ich bin tot,
aber ich wohne hier in Hölle.
Mein Dignität lebt jämmerlich
und meine Seele ist gefoltert mit
die Anwesenheit von dein Image.
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