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do you enjoy hearing me
sing
as you stab through my eyes
ripping them apart
do you enjoy it
as i lie
with blood soaking
your ever-clean shoes
soft gasps escaping my lips
hey arima
do you enjoy it
as i ramble
as you fuck me over
quite literally in fact
dear investigator-san
because i think
i might’ve liked it
a little
perhaps
as you rip my mind apart
ahh
ain’t that such
a pleasant feeling
good sir
surrounded by corpses
dyed crimson
just like my hands
shhh
talk no more now
i’m waiting
waiting for you
to reach into my back
and pull me
me
everything out
make me yours
maybe dear sir
perhaps
perhaps…
yeah
right
as if
as if
as if
god i’m
such a fucking wreck
god
just
give me a sec
you can focus on that
the itsy bitsy cut
that i managed
won’t you
buy me more time
my dear four-eyes?