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Taste Of Death

All I see is darkness
there is no hope in this world
War and hate is all that is left
So I leave this place behind

As my blade slides
across my wrist
my mouth is filled with the bitter taste
of death

As my eyes fill
with tears
My heart fills
with regret

My head pounds
from the sound of
my loved ones crying
at my grave

When they shut the lid
and bury me six feet
I let out one more tear
for those I left behind
Written by Crow
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