Suicidal Senses

Failure constantly by my side. Simple answer...suicide. Cracks inside my soul. Swallowing death alive and whole. Finding pleasure in the pain. Devil-spawn, damnation sender. Tasting the black blood that stains my tongue. Killing the melody of life. Reap the ignorance I've sown. With bitterness it has grown. Smelling the stench that clings to my skin. Killing the light within. Choking upon what’s wrong. As I enter the terror beyond death’s doors.

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