Watch me cry
See me bleed
My life fades away
My soul seems to gleam
As my heart begins to rot
with hatred inside
Misery roams me
I am no longer alive
Your laughter appeals me
Wondering why
There is no loathing
Just darkness inside
You pick up the blade
that used to be mine
Examine the blood
The blood of red wine
You look down on thee
such pity I see
If only things were
how they used to be
You pick up the cloth
and throw it on me
You don't want to see
The grotesque that can't be
for this is the end,
The end of my existence
If only you wished
that you could resist it
You put on your coat;
And walk out the door
As I lie on the floor
and there is no more to mourn
 
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