Hollow veins cut open in search
Of a precious red sweet taste
The love of what gives life
Is in what I intend to baste
So empty I am out
Cut in too much I have run dry
Starving for a lust grown cold
I'll give up I must die
I'm unneeded in life around
Replaceable just by the next
Feelings are all gone now
From the rope wrapped 'round my neck
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