All You Have Left.
cutter, killer
what have you done?
did you learn to make tights knots?
or play with a gun?
Silent, Loner.
it this any fun?
you sink deeper and deeper.
the demons have won.
Empty, hollow.
it this all that's left?
what pill will you swallow?
what knife will you select?
Useless, worthless.
feeling cold yet?
there's frost on your gravestone
carved into the cement.
Withered, Heartless.
this sun has set.
Dark nights,
and long days.
are all you have left.
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