Elixar...
I need something cool
to drink away all my thrists,
my elixar...
A secret 'lixar
to bring back my soul again,
back into my chest...
A chest so empty,
my hand hits its hallow shell,
and the ribs shatter...
And a piece breaks off,
and sinks deep into my heart,
piercing 'til it bleeds...
And the blood, so dark,
so sweet, and so life-giving,
turnes its back on me...
And I choke on it...
It suffocates me to death...
My Elixar.
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