The often memories
Flourish over times in which
Will never prevail.
The emptiness I endure
Happens to flow through my veins.

Each minute shatters my heart
As the void inside beckons to be fed.
I sit in a world of shame
And inhumane visions
As I think of what I shall do.

I am still wondering if I shall
Continue this crime
Of my own premeditation.
I promise there is nothing to worry about
I may become spontaneous instead.

I am not sure if you will recieve
A short or painful death
Yet, I do know
Your life will eventually end
When I've stopped thinking...
 
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