with no lights
i sit
with this rope
around my neck
with this knife
in my wrist
and this bullet
in my heart
my cold shattered black heart
as cold as ice
as shattered as a shot mirror
as black as a demons eyes
the reaper is yet to come
he's making me wait
wait with all this pain
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