Lately I haven't been feeling my best so here's kinda a depressing poem...
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Red tears streak and stain,
My mind it will detain.
With arms painted black,
I will leave, I will pack.
Needed is a well used blade,
Will anyone come to my aid?
But no one cares, not even myself,
I have left all the good on the shelf.
All that remains: the darkness that consumes,
Soon there will be a new patch among the tombs.
Not one person read through the mask,
For that I have a disagreeable task;
To kill oneself is a mighty sin,
But I'd rather not continue in this skin.
Body aflame,
I will aim,
And hope not to hurt victims of my crime.
But now it is nearing the time,
And the night itself is starry,
Oh, am I dreadfully sorry.
