When will you visit?

Will you visit me tonight
my biggest surprise
I'm undone...
wanna wear death
a month later
I'll residing in stars,
back from the death
I'll never drive life
still gathering of our last year
few screenshots
and my hiccups
will heap you
...When I'll stop breathing.

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