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Some day I will...

parachute and not pull the cord,

walk the plank without swimming to shore,

play Russian roulette with a fully loaded gun

make my cocktail with poison.

What's the point of living

after he's dead?

Someday I'll do it.

I'll make those slits,

after a few minutes,

set my self ablaze.

Think of all those days

you passed my way

I saw your pain.

You had nothing to lose yet nothing to gain.

Just as I have said I will have done.

By the time I'm through

you'll see what its come to.

So much pain anger and rage in my eyes

hearing so many lies.

When I'm an azoic

you'll see my mind is sick.

The only way to see my pain inside

is by a self slaughtering suicide,

I'll have no eyes...

What is the point of sight if no one will look?

I'll have no tongue...

What's the point of speech if no one listens?

I'll have no ears...

What is the point of hearing if it is all lies?

I'll have nothing...

just as I had in life.