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My Suicide
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2004 Death's icy fingers
tighten their grip
on my frail throat
Death's poisonous lips
kiss my own
and suck my blood
Death's passionless embrace
renders me defenseless
binding me forever
Death's wintery breath
chills my skin
yet numbs my pain
Death's cold hand
upon my shoulder
leads me to the grave
Death's pale hands
hold the knife
with which
I slay myself
The blood
on my hands
is none but
my own
my suicide
