Everyone will feel it

No one can see it

When your lungs stop,

Your eyes drain.

Thoughts sink below your waist and it is all pain.

You can cry, but there is no relief.

You can cut, but there is no relief.

You can scream, but there is no relief.

The more you try to help, the poison sinks farther in,

Your mind slips away

Until you only see the end.

Death becomes the factor of your life,

You know you want to come to a end,

Spread the poison of pain,

The the death of your name.

 


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