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A dark state of mind, of smiling within pain,

Save yourself from apathy within this dying day,

Don't open your eyes, don't will away the tears,

Don't wash away the scars from your earliest years.

Reopen that barren void that you witnessed long ago,

Create lacerations and let the blood flow,

Never smile, never fade, never find the taste,

Of the once perfected life that you let go to waste.

Suicide is what it's called, no other can change it's name,

Getting stuck within the maze of birth, and having to end this game,

When life fades away and reality is lost in a flash,

When tears turn to blood, and love turns to ash.