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Suicide Lane

I went to that very dark place which holds no love of grace.
It's in the darkness of my brain, I call it suicide lane.
It a place few want to go, it's dark and scary, there is a voice that call to you, it say come right this way. When the call come you can't get away, because suicide lane only runs one way!
If you let those whispers into your brain, soon or later you'll walk what is know as the.crazy lane.
Things come in flashes, seconds race by, before you know it, it's to late to fly.
There's a house at the end of the lane, it know as the house of pain.
Don't go inside, it's black and dark and it knows your name.
This place holds all the pain, look away so you don't become stone.
Run and don't look back, feel it's hot breath on your back.
The smell from its breath is the smell of death.
Don't turn to face your fears, that's exactly the thing that brought you here.
Loneliness has no give and sorrow can't be your guide.
Run but don't hide, because if you do your brain will take you to the end of the lane, the name on the sign reads suicide.
Run before it's to late.

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