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Your words like poison, sickening my senses
Stabbing sharp pain which never misses
Last resort nowhere, oh wait, I'm gonna hang myself
And under this branch shall be my grave…

Common sense monologues gone in vain

Mouth full of maggots but cannot feel a bit
Endless itching but no way to move a lip
Smell of piss around, oh wait, that's the stench of your bullshit
Lingering to my head even it's not possible to hear it

And I thought the rest will be mine
No, with your last wish, the dying breath
You choose to lay here in death

Your words like posion, louder than ever
Sharp stabbing pain which takes forever
Now like a broken record, playing over and over
Sounding like a dying cat, present from my neighbour

I punched the lid in anger, made a hole in my coffin
Now the dirt is everywhere, great…

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