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The moon shakes the hand at midnight Denying is not a choice They told me sooner that dying has no chance In the early hours of the morning I discover pain so vividly So cold and bright To touch the torn scar tissue Dreams of the past remind me what I should not forget Blood spills on the tissue I cannot know why Those nightmares, they told me something So touch me so smoothly The ribs rip and pull so roughly So I wish pleasure to touch me so smooth To forget is not an option So cruel, it mocks me as if I am the fool of fools The needle stabs the chest and rips through the ascended sayings Scratch, scratch at the invis