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Suicidal Tendencies
This pain is too grave to brave,
feeling lost within my soul,
losing sight of all that is dear,
one bullet in the chamber to swallow,
You were my love in life,
my reason to live and care,
pushing your nails into me like a knife,
cutting straight to my heart,
Screams of the dead flow through me,
passing the pain in cuts,
wanting release form thee,
so much pain as the flood turns red,
My reflection in the blood is old,
skeletal form remains behind,
seeing this makes my blood run cold,
as I pass into the beyond.
