Voices in the corridor.
Voices in your head.
There is no feeling in your soul,
and the world is painted red.
Why do you do this?
You don't know, you don't care.
There's nothing left to do now
You can't even scream.
You feel something seeping away,
and with a thought you realize it is life.
A grin spreads across your face.
And with your last dying breath,
you laugh.
 
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