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there hangs a corpse in the shadow mist

a battered soul from an angry fist

a blind eye to all thats new

someone who was only known to a few

a single grain in the sands of time

useless poems meaningless rhymes

an empty shell thats hollow inside

need to rid the pain inside

so it needs to be done

with this fucking handgun

ill do it and just incase ill break you again

i didnt mean to lie about something i wanted to be true

to be honest i didnt want to hurt you

and everyone who was ever there

for me

and to prevent the curtain closing

and stare at me...

   so this is my, little good bye, my only words, that will never rhyme, the single mistake erased from the stone, just remember....your not alone



my wrists are slit my throat is sore

for taking the pills and i still take more

and im lieing helpless upon the floor...

goodbye take care...

and this gun i load...



   i love you daisy benj and all, i shoudlnt of waste your time at all...