Cold stone, broken rocks
Under my feet,
They're suddenly falling,
I'm slipping from within,
My soul
before my eyes.
My memories driving me
Crazy,
my life beyond my voice,
Nowhere,
Nothing,
No dream to grasp.
My skin brush
Against thy lips,
Longing for sweetness,
And bitter tears.
Come see me
as I do
Suicide.
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