bandages and tourniquets
bloodshot eyes
burst out veins
slit throats and wrists
the red liquid finally covering the marrow
placebo playing at the back
yeah
running up that hill
smoke fills the air
slowly diminishing the oxygen
minute after minute
puffs of monoxide
engraving me to solace
too much from the multitude
am deafened to their knocks
subtle words
fazing sights
red oozes faster now
i feel good
pictures now frozen
memories rushing my mind
and now i hear knocks
surreal ones
my time has finally come
am flying now
my soul with my ghoul
the slayer of my guilt
i can feel it now
for no one can heal death
one gulp of the monoxide
and am finally home.
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