I want to stab a knife into my heart
Watch the blood drip down
Down my chest to the floor
I want it to soak into the wooden boards
Forever the smell of death shall prevail
Forevermore
I want my brain to be splattered across the wall
The ceiling
And the floor
Never able to scrub clean
Forevermore
I will collapse to the floor
Choking on my own blood
As my lungs close in on themselves
And my lungs cease its cry
And my heart quits its useless prevail
Forevermore
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