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Slice
Words come slipping from the quill
As the blood begins to spill
to slide and wiggle down my arm
to bring me somewhere safe from harm
to lead me to a place I know
a place where darkness lives and grows
Once I am there peace I will find
This hell of earth left far behind
Do we really know that dying is bad
Have we heard from those who have?
How do we know it is not bliss
Anything would be better than this
To crawl and scrape and live this way
why should I wish for one more day?
Why should I not wish all it gone
To wish to be free of all this wrong
Of all this pain and all this sorrow
Why should I wish to see tomorrow?
Why oh Why is this asked of me
Isnt the pain quite plain to see?
Why should I rise and fight this day
To only see it torn away
Into a place of peace I now go
Or to the fires down below
But as I enter the abyss
I only wonder if I'll be missed
