The End Of Me
In the dark,
I've lost my light.
No way out,
I've lost the fight.
Take off the ring,
and break the chain.
Throw them in the cold, wet rain.
Dry the tears
no one can see.
Scream, but no one will here me.
Take the razor to my arm.
Just to set off
all alarm.
Six feet down,
or below the sea.
This may be
the end of me.
But keep your faith,
I'll remember you.
Even when
my thoughts are through.
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