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Last of Days

The end is far ahead
I can't even see the end
I will not face the day
When the line is so far away

This hard reality
Has brought me down to my knees
Something dulls the razor
Lucid dreams of guilty pleasures

Nail me to the floor
Flat line me some more

This death is so cloying
As my conscience is toying
With my long past issues
Long nights of cutting tissue

Chain me in spotlights
Blind me with the sights

They watch me
Every move
They listen
For my cries
Confessions
Depression
Oppression
Reflections

Secrets I've said in dark
Hallways where the shadows hark
My only ever friends
They will remain here at the end

Lay me in my grave
On this last of days