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Plunder shamelessly without a thought.

Carelessness is all I've known.

Recklessness is what I've caused.

Pitifulness I haven't yet obtained.

Lost myself at the corner.



*Finally someone put me out of my misery;*

without and ordinary death.

Yet nobody seems to worry.

Even if I hold myself to the last breathe,

*Finally someone put me out of my misery*



Jealous of myself that I punctured life.

I find nothing but a palette knife.

I began to write a suicide note for the inner me.

I have exiled my inner tortured soul.

I have been born again and he is free.



I am a painted apparition so he says.

He still bugs me, that tactile property.

Stabbing motions as I start to carve.

Scraping is what I can not stop.

I enjoy the killing and my own infliction.

Suddenly everything is just a haze.



If I myself can not die alone,

extra death.

If I myself can not kill one,

extra death.

If I myself can not enjoy one pain,

extra death.

If I myself can not slash my vein,

extra death.



If I myself can NOT simply die,

How did "I" end up in this world of feign?

How DOES it feel to taste my last breathe?







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