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Unintended Suicide

The nights are long and ever silent

My heartbeat rises until its violent

I crave the comfort found in your lips

But I once again hide behind my eye lids

Your sleep so calm and soft and peaceful

I dare not wake my better equal

For although I lay in this bitter evil

I know she too must thread the needle

My fight is mine and mine alone

For my own sins I must atone

My body aches and my voice is thrown

My head stabs fear into my bones

At last my heart begins to slow

The blood in my arm begins to flow

It does not look like that I've known

I pray to God it doesn't show

This is where my night will end

With several chips and several bends

I don't know if I'll wake again

But it's nice to sleep or at least pretend