| The chair’s been kicked
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| A rope tied to the rafters
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| Blue faced and broken necked I sigh
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| Relieving my vision from the sick mocking stare
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| Of that hated sun burning the sky
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| Slumped like a headless scarecrow
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| Cold and limp against the wall
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| Blood paints a pattern of rorschach’s design
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| Thawing the winter that burdens this heart
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| Shit stained and shameful
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| An exit in disgrace
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| Not a splash, but just a ripple left
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| I end this life in vain
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| In vain
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| In the dead of the darkness I breach the still lake
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| Toward the reflection of the moon
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| The night colored liquids arresting my lungs
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| Finally at peace in this watery tomb
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| Destroy this fragile body
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| To be gorged upon by worms
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| Not a splash just a ripple is left
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| In the wake of my merciless scorn
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| Beyond those cursed stars above
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| Lies the answer that I seek
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| On the backs of bullets rides my name
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| Longing to kiss my cheek
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| Resentfully decline
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| Retire this hated life
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| Without guilt I break these veins
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| Carved with salvation’s knife
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| Turn not away
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| Avert not your face
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| This is how it was meant to be
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| In silence found hanging there 'bove a pool of waste
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| The beauteous workings of mortality
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| No one can truly touch another
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| Parallel never to cross
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| Pointless fumbling, sad mistake
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| Only capable of pain
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| Beyond those cursed stars above
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| Lies the answer that I seek
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| On the backs of bullets rides my name
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| Longing to kiss my cheek
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| Resentfully decline
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| Retire this hated life
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| Without guilt I break these veins
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| Carved with salvation’s knife
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| Beyond those cursed stars above
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| Lies the answer that I seek
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| On the backs of bullets rides my name
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| Longing to kiss my cheek
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| Resentfully decline
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| Retire this hated life
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| Without guilt I break these veins
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| Carved with salvation’s knife
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| Beyond those cursed stars above
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| Lies the answer that I seek
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| On the backs of bullets… |