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My poison I shall drink, I'm poison... Evil knocked on my door and I answered, death was standing right behind, but I couldn't see, my eyes were blinded with tears of sorrow and my body was relieving my bitter past, as memories of pain replayed over and over before me. 

Poison in my veins, hate in my heart, anger in my being, scars on my body, possessed by Satan, crazy I became, I was a glass of sweet wine with poison in it.

Drink, drink, drink I'm poison.... I'll drink after you. There's no turning back now... My poison I shall drink too.

 

A thorn I am, I hurt you... You thought I was only a rose... But, I struck like a snake.

I want to meet death soon, shack her hand, and free myself from the painful chains of life. Death please, please, please unlock me I plead. Now, I drink, drink, drink my own poison, it spreads through out my body until only my rotten corpse is left, may it take me to freedom. If not my own poison my broken heart will rescue me it will stop beating soon from so much sorrow, it's shattered and like Humpty Dumpty nothing can put it together again. Or, Maybe, a gun will do the trick... Bang, bang...

My broken heart is heavy I can't carry it anymore... I'm poison... I'm chained and burning in hell alive.

Death, death, death please come I need freedom. Oh, but not even death can liberate an anima sola. I don't deserve freedom... I'm poison... 

 

My soul shall suffer for eternity... My name is now Sisyphus, I'm cursed, I'll roll the rock of pain forever in hell as death stands by watching.... Not even she can set me free.

I'm sorry....