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Dieing dream reality
I saw blood and my eyes looking weary
I see a light thats halfway dreary
Blood is gushing from my hearts' core
Creating a red river centered with me on the floor
I wonder if these are my last thoughts
What's the point of finding clues or connecting the dots
Is this the past,present,or my futures vision
To me it looks like I got stabbed or shot with precision
I hear words but I'm not even useing my tongue
All I want to say is why do the good die young
I'm slowly drifting but then I woke
Only to find the cruelest sick joke
I see my wife covered in blood holding a note
I look at my hand to see a nife at her throat
I dropped the knife ,grabbed the note and started to read,
"My husband" I'm pregnant and leaving because a better father is what we need
I looked at the mirror to say why
Slit my wrists and watched myself die...
I see a light thats halfway dreary
Blood is gushing from my hearts' core
Creating a red river centered with me on the floor
I wonder if these are my last thoughts
What's the point of finding clues or connecting the dots
Is this the past,present,or my futures vision
To me it looks like I got stabbed or shot with precision
I hear words but I'm not even useing my tongue
All I want to say is why do the good die young
I'm slowly drifting but then I woke
Only to find the cruelest sick joke
I see my wife covered in blood holding a note
I look at my hand to see a nife at her throat
I dropped the knife ,grabbed the note and started to read,
"My husband" I'm pregnant and leaving because a better father is what we need
I looked at the mirror to say why
Slit my wrists and watched myself die...
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