Suicide

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-Suicide-

black, blue, purple, red
all the colors of the dead.
resurrect the souls at lost
yet there always comes a cost.
take one soul in trade for another
you and your ally might kill each other.
the way you kill doesn't matter
lay their head on a platter.
hide your tracks don't get caught
escape through the parking lot.
run through the city
without accepting any pity.
back ally ways
there the dead lays.
find a good secluded place
have no shame plastered on your face
then take your pocket knife
and take your own life.

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