and he told me
your heart will race faster and faster
until with that single slit to the throat
it willl stop
then bleeding
till your hearts washed away
with a final drop
feel it there
bleeding, dying
feel the knifes stare
when your alone
its always watching
waiting, bidding
this is your end
give one last shot
and drink to the night
this night
of your final breath
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