cut myself to bleed
vandalize myself
plant a dying seed
wish away my health
store a sickly need
throw ignorance in stealth
tell myself to feed
watch my feelings melt
tear in half the sign
come the end of time
these thoughts are all mine
and this is my decline
don't wanna write this song
the words are all wrong
right to life is gone
saw my last dawn
Blackhole disease
part in my head
fester with ease
broken cold and dead
on the way out
blood like rain
slice up my hope
slash up my pain
gave up my hope
this shouldn't be
I can't find myself
I'm not me
©John Edward Smith Jr.
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