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Patterns on the floor
Patterns on the ceiling
You can't even move your neck.
And you know, 'cause you set
You just ended it.
Convoluted to the next.
You life
Filled with strife
Determined outright
And was ended tonight.
After you hollowly
Swallowed
Those pills in the bottle.
Not convulsing, or thrattled,
A gentle death's rattle.
Lying there
In the lobby
A perilized body.
You can't even move your neck.
And you know, 'cause you set
You just ended it.
Convoluted to the next.
You life
Filled with strife
Determined outright
And was ended tonight.
After you hollowly
Swallowed
Those pills in the bottle.
Not convulsing, or thrattled,
A gentle death's rattle.
Lying there
In the lobby
A perilized body.
Published 8th Jun 2013
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