Devious movements in your eyes, moved me from relief.
Breath comes out white clouds with your lies, and filters through me.
You're close to the final word, you're staring right past me in dismay
A liquid seeps from your chest, and drains me away.
Mist ripples round your thin white neck, and draws me a line.
Cold fingers mark this dying wreck, this moment is mine.
-- Opeth - "Bleak"
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