In a malignant hurricane of darkness
A man chokes on chronic feelings of guilt
Ambitious thoughts of death plague his cranium
His body yearning for the bittersweet taste of a bullet
To serenade his soul with various noxious lullabies
He requests for nothing more than to be left
Caged within the danger of his psychotic mind
Wanting to bear witness to the aftermath
Of the slaughtering of his own existence
First conceived from within the depths of his heart
Born through his temple as to his knees he collapses
Bathing in a crimson river of everlasting sorrow
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