Wet snakes course through my body
And the fear grows
The fear of what's happening
My life goes on
Speeding through
Rivers of thought
And worthless days
Where all is distraught
Control is gone
I want more control
I can't see through
My blood shot eyes
I can't sleep through
This hopeless night
I lie awake
Not thinking; I'm not feeling
It sits in the corner with its back turned
But slowly it grows into a monster
And fills the whole room with despair
Kill me now, why should I care?
Give me a dagger, I'll do it myself
Watch me cut open wide my arms
Put it up on your shelf
Say 'This is the trophy I claim,
For the girl I once named'
Show it to all your friends...
This is how it had to end.
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