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Heavenly father,

has she not realized,

that with out her

I ask for you to simply end my time,

that with out her presence,

I simply cant rhyme,

with out her words,

I am dying inside,

without her presence I am losing my mind,

lose my self in a bottle

please show me a sight of light,

simply have some mercy on me,

arms looking like a map,

the trails are marked,

with razor blades,

ink been replace with something thigh and red,

taste buds of hugging Mary Jane,

after I finish the bottle on hand,

I am writing dark

demon please for now go away,

leave the lights out and part your way,

cause for now is only me in the dark room,

with the image of life in back of my head,

I tried to get up

but I slip on something red,

touch the cold cement with the front of my head,

I so calmly rest,

times passes by,

I awake only a dream,

a image of how it would have been,

if I would have let you insert

all your venom within