kinda about suicide, but i'm not planning on killing myself. maybe little parts of me that i don't appreciate having anymore? but that's about it... [if you say/read it fast enough it sounds like a rap. o.O]

pour off of me,
like blood from the cut
i just made
in vain
fucking sick
get out of my life
like this knife
that wouldn't be here anyway
you think you've won
as i hold the gun
to my head or
in my mouth
watch you choke
on the blood
kneel down in the mud
i've won.
watch the rain...
feel the pain...

The End

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