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I'm looseing it
Dancing with a knife,
Reminiscing about life.
Is there enough to stay,
Or is it my time to lay.
Everything goes sour,
And more blood is shed by the hour.
I'm not feeling the power,
"I wonder if they would find my body in the shower?"
My ship sinks lower,
And my blood runs slower.
I feel my body getting colder,
My wait is over..
Reminiscing about life.
Is there enough to stay,
Or is it my time to lay.
Everything goes sour,
And more blood is shed by the hour.
I'm not feeling the power,
"I wonder if they would find my body in the shower?"
My ship sinks lower,
And my blood runs slower.
I feel my body getting colder,
My wait is over..
Published 26th Jul 2013
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