| Every rope a noose
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| In each knives' blade, a truth
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| Each day, greyer than before
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| Unwelcome life—
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| Long in the tooth
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| Colors, marred and queer
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| Ambitions disappear
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| The walls of shame are closing in
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| You’re fading fast—
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| You just can’t breathe anymore
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| Can you feel your skin yet turning cold…
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| …or rigor mortis' stiffenings?
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| It’s a dead life in this cold, dead world
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| So sink those rotten teeth right in
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| Let the disease within unfurl
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| Wrapped in silence, bittersweet
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| A trigger pull salvation: complete
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| Each stifled morn, the last
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| Coin to ferryman— passed
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| A tasteless tongue wags from your mouth
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| By plight of life, crushed in its grasp
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| Eyes of blind, blink not
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| Brought forth on earth to rot
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| Irreparably, they’ve damaged you
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| An empty shell—
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| You just can’t be anymore
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| No one can hear your death knell, ringing cold
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| Embrace your own insignificance
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| Pale skin feels paper thin
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| Weathered by erosive days
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| Raped of all of its innocence
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| Unending waves of self-disdain
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| Tormented—
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| An existence in vain
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| That weight which bends our spines
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| Inherit ancient strife
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| Struggling to stay alive as we anxiously deflate
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| Sheer madness fills our veins
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| Hell beckons with flickering flames
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| From ‘neath headstone with no name
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| All that’s left to be—
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| Is dead… and free
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| Dead, and free from this— pain!
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| Dead and cold!
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| Frozen stiff… |