No, Not a Trend! This Is a Waking Life!
Blinded by the flash, the mirror causes cataracts.
Shocking actions, and taken back by this flesh.
Silhouettes on the wall, grinning at the darkness.
Feels warm on the outside, chilled on the inside.
Pain is all that is real, rusty needle in the skin.
Shattered, broken bones. No limbs, amputee.
Bringing back death! Preaching to the choir.
No need for the razor. No need for this rope.
Suicide was so five minutes ago.
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