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your skin forms the cover of my book of the dead
your sinews are binding that i use as a thread
your blood is the ink that stains the pages red
your bone is the pen that i write with instead

your heart is the inkwell from where i dip my pen
your eyes erase the mistakes on pages cast in sin
in life you was useless. heartless and harsh my words meant nothing in that cold frozen heart
so i put you to use my words now etched on your skin for now you have no choice but to listen from within