As the sun rises to see another day,
My eyes close to see no more.
Because the sun is happy,
And i’m not.
While others love life,
I loathe it.
Love is the slowest form of suicide,
And i prefer quick, easy and painful.
So,
As the sun rises,
I set,
Set with the concrete of death.
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