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Imagine
Imagine sitting in the corner dying.
Imagine kissing a girl to whom you’re lying.
Imagine you visit your funeral.
Imagine there is nobody at all.
Imagine me writing this while smoking a fag.
Imagine me crying , ’cause I can’t go back.
Imagine I’m wondering what the fuck am I writing.
Imagine I’m spitting blood from the tongue that I’m biting.
Imagine I’m waiting for the dead to walk again so I can be а believer.
Imagine I want God to hate me so it’s me he will never deliver.
Imagine that I want to be in holy heaven.
Imagine I’m a saint spitting on the number seven.
Imagine that I’m gone and never coming back in your life.
Imagine that my blood is drank from worms and in my stomach mice dive.
Imagine…
Imagine…
Fuck all of it.
To be or
not to be?
Be what?
I’ll be…
