Eroding from within,
I grow weaker
as the storm builds
breaking down my resolve
and making my end more clear
the slow infinately painful image
of gun against temple
pull the trigger, end it all
sleep. endless sleep
end the pain, die as I live,
alone. Not for pity, thats for the weak,
just to end it all, thats all
stop the emptiness,
the thrills are long gone
the love died there too
why not join it?
None to mourn me, and rightly so
if they cared they would show it
Die while I still look good,
maybe I better shoot lower,
take out my heart
Its not really there anymore, anyway,
born alone, live alone, die alone
At least I'll make a good corpse.
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