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Eternally frozen face watches me growing old,
Peering through the dust of years - the gaze is fixed and so cold.
I?m trembling in obnoxious cold that is coming from the inside.
I wish I could dig out these eyes and place them on my wounds...
To kill the pain and clear my sight.
To feel you completely just this once.
Give me a hallowed blade of steel - I want to see you bleed...
Touch your swollen flesh and kiss it till it fades away.
My icon burns, sets the eyes aflame. We - together in the icon?s flame.
Your face ablaze, your face on fire, you?re seething inside me, burning, fading,
Screaming and spurting - you, bizarre pyre, running wild!