You cannot live with emotion in this world, so cruel,

Everything in life is an ice-cold duel,

Healing over and over like scabs on skin,

We feel nothing, no guilt for so-called sin,

Suicide, on her cliff-edge, glares down on the human race,

We walk over to her, she needn't chase,

Over the mountain-peaks we fly,

We are an endless cycle that wants to die.

The End

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