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Suicude/Death A dark room,
A woman cries.
She sees the world,
Through battered eyes.
A stained wet razor,
She holds in her fist.
The marks adorn her bloody wrists.
She hears the clock,
As time slowly ticks by.
This is where,
She's come to die.
A single tear,
Runs down her cheek.
Only death,
Is what she seeks.
She enters the darkness,
With no fear.
I call out one last time,
But no one's there, to hear.
