let me fall...
down into the pit...
im ready to die......
Ive dealt out enough pain....
get my coal tombstone....
ready....
but first......
let me drink kerosene before i go..
give it time
settle...
let it..
get time to flow...
through my vains...
to my heart...
so i can...
slowly igniting myself one with the flames...
im not worthy...
of life...
bring on the pain....
let the gloomy shadows of the reaper
cut me open and
puncture my brain.....
chizzle my soul
from my chest
then
L
E
T
the
demons
feast upon
W
H
A
T
E is left....
V
E
R HAPPEN...........
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