Life is just a Slow Suicide

Here we watch our slain devils
Infest our thoughts and cause us to devolve
I’m still clawing at the modest escape
I used too much, I didn’t realise it was all gone

I hear grievances and I am speechless
 Rotting away in my insincere suffering
I won’t be missed until I have passed on
So much for dying, it’s an extension of life

Life is just a slow suicide

Here we watch our slain devils
Infest our thoughts and cause us to devolve
I’m still clawing at the modest escape
I used too much, I didn’t realise it was all gone

Don’t tell anyone I said I cared
they’d spit in my face if they had the chance
When Nature finally devours me
I’ll be long gone beneath an unmarked grave

Life is just a slow suicide

Life is just a slow suicide

The End

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