Euphoria

Always thought of the days we've been through,
Never think about what we should do,
Sacrifice this life.

Euphoria enters my body,
Through what the knife leaves behind,
It's a mystery, kind of like you.

What have I to behold,
Within my crystal eye,
Rapture through and end this existence.

A network of deadly creations,
Turning blood into gold,
Hero, hero, herotic to who?

Ian Robert Potapoff

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