I’m god, I’m dread: Child’s body not dead yet - Melancholy fill in eyes, face is watching lie. Night coming soon, dreams will pictures upset - White angel will injected, and then strong tie.
All colors was mixed, forming black liquid - Eternal voices only prevent, every time I see fluid.
Sound sleep - my corruption, I'm weak - cancer already in me. Only drugs - mind eruption, Body Ruin here - let deserving see.