Suicide Note
Give me fire give me blaze,
Those who live by the sword shall die by the blade,
Caged in a mind so evil filled with hatred and blame,
The wounds healed but the scares remained
A constant reminder of a past lived as an out cast,
Suicidal thoughts grew in his head like a tumour ,
A permanent solution to end his life of misery after years of searching he realised the pain never left like the right hand and all hope was now in a hoovering draculin sword above his head with no escape,
His conscience pleaded with his emotions they was still time for change like the coins in his hand were once a note,
Suicide was never an option those were the words in his mind as he regained consciousness from this dream.
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