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As I Near My End

I have an addiction
That feeds my soul.
Not food nor drink satisfies
Like this unholy deed.
 
This deed I perform
Late at night
When there are
None in sight.
 
The adrenaline
Flows like a fountain,
As I lay my hand
On the hilt of
My deceased father’s knife.
I slowly unsheathe
The sharpened blade,
Praying that someone
May save me from this fate.
 
The blade hits my skin
And I draw pretty things
As I try to let go of
All the pain in my heart.
 
I now sit in a pool of blood,
With the blade nearing my chest…

(04/08/2014)

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