What have I done?
Another gash to my soul,
my collection of pain,
my collection of woe.
One by one, they are slashed off by death
My pride,
My dignity,
My morals,
My breath
One by one, there's already four
One by one, it's comming for more.
One by one, it adds up to eight,
My happiness,
My hope,
My values,
My fate.
One by one
edging closer to darkness
One by one
until I become heartless
I helplessly watch as death comes to claim
my useless self-worth, and my soul full of stains.
Confusion comes in, and becomes number nine,
faith, love and dreams have lost place in line,
So finally I sit, and watch with a grin
as death finally slashes
my life.....number ten.

 
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