The Melrose of life
not to be forgot
the pain in this world
should indulge every thought
Who Are we to proclaim joy?
when we truly cause strife
a knife to the throat
that is this life
Its what it should be
a simple concept
this should be spoken of
not a secret kept
Life is a noose to the neck
a gun to the head
A pill to the throat
A suicide made dead
Life is an accident to happen
a poor choice
A ride of emotion
A muted voice
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