Tuesday, April 2, 2019

The Call Of Death


Here I sit
With a knife in my hand
Wanting to end my life
Have it wiped from the face of the Earth

Nothing's gone right
Seems like everyone hates me
Even those who say they love me
I think are lying

To use this knife
To end it all
The pain
The sorrow
Just let it all fall

The darkness of death
Calls to me
Maybe I should answer
Nobody gives a shit about me

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