The Darkest Kiills
I see darkness, on the horizon.
Am I ready for this. Am I ready to go.
To disappear when no one is watching
An Run to the woods, to set up the noose
As I feel lost- and why I feel empty.
As I don’t see an escape for me.
At least, I know, Someone’s done this before me
To fall off this chair
Not goner hurt no one
Now my time has come
Goner breathe my last breath
so much pressure on I’m chest
Before My feet leave this chair
Goner say my last prayer
Please God why is this the only way
I know I’ve had I lot to say
To get me out of this place
With out leaving a Trace
People call me a disgrace
Fuck this awful Race...
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