Lost In the Toilet of Life
As the razor glides across my wrist
An eruption of life escapes me
With ever drip it escapes me
Into the toilet of life,
My life blood escapes me.
Too late to turn back
It escapes me,
Slowly drifting off into darkness
Its escaping me,
Seeing her face walk in the door
Crying as she holds me in her arms
It escapes me,
With thoughts of regret,
and the memory of her face,
I am gone…
Forever lost in the toilet of life
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