The darkness of death is something soothing.
The peaceful feeling of your blood oozing.
A knife, a blade, or a razor.
The sharp pain i savour.
I fade to black
as i finish my hack.
And dream a nightmare,
made to scare.
and wonder where o where,
is scarier then here?
And where does my mind roam?
Home!
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