The End
Endless poison seeping in, coursing, crossing, blood runs thin.
Lying, dying, breath exhales, lung intake just simply fails.
Pouring, storing left aside, the antidote is at my side.
Resting, testing out of reach, unable to call out with speech.
Crying, trying to survive, through all of this am I alive?
Fading, trading realms of life, clutching this serrated knife.
Ending, sending darkened soul, relieve my pain, make me whole.
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