Chapter 3 - Suicide dead

Keep it steady

Torture gets ready

Set your mark

Ready to scream

Ready to start

The shipside of the knife

Cries to hurry

Your conscience burdens

“Don't do it!” with furry

But you do it

As crimson spills onto the floor

Staining your eyes with suicide

You soon regret

You want to forget

But it all comes back

Again, again

Like an addiction

It never ends

Your veins are black

Your blood is cold

Memories come back, tales of old-love and lust

Truth,deciet,hate

But that's all ending

Its only the beginning

One last cut and it dosent bleed

And you don't scream

Your eyes go blank,and the knife drops

Your soul is gone

Your body dead

You want to come back

But your dead

Dead

Dead

Suicide dead

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