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Final Order
(Drip,drop,drip,drop,..)
Is that noise in my head?
My two hands feel hot.
Why are my wrists all red?
A folded note on the floor,
READ;If you find me dead.
(Sigh,inhale,pause,exhale...)
My reflection in the window,
Skin appears pasty and pale,
A perfect candidate John Doe
(Bang,boom,crash,.....boom.!)
My two fists collide with walls
I see so much blood,I'm doomed
My phone chimed 2 missed calls
One text boldly states;I'm flawed.
I walked over to the farthest corner
I dropped to my knees and cried
Then got down with this final order
Cut my jugular and waited to die...
Is that noise in my head?
My two hands feel hot.
Why are my wrists all red?
A folded note on the floor,
READ;If you find me dead.
(Sigh,inhale,pause,exhale...)
My reflection in the window,
Skin appears pasty and pale,
A perfect candidate John Doe
(Bang,boom,crash,.....boom.!)
My two fists collide with walls
I see so much blood,I'm doomed
My phone chimed 2 missed calls
One text boldly states;I'm flawed.
I walked over to the farthest corner
I dropped to my knees and cried
Then got down with this final order
Cut my jugular and waited to die...
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