Satisfaction
Dying, that's what it is
Every breath you take
Leads you closer to death
You lay on your bed
Blood dripping down your wrist
Creating your pool of satisfaction
Dying, that's what you're doing
Slowly throwing your life away
Digging your soul into the pits of hell
You lived you life the most you could but
Dead is what you are
I hope you're satisfied
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