Without a Sound
Spitting my name,
I see no more
your quick victory to fame
while I hit the floor.
And I realize I'm dying,
since I can't feel myself living.
So, I reach for the light,
as I head towards the door.
Turning towards darkness,
voices call for my name
Back to the light,
I see no shame.
While fighting the struggle,
I feel no pain,
it's so simple.
The bottle sits there,
without anyone around,
you could just take them all, without a sound.
swallow them whole,
without anything to wash them down.
Then, you could die,
without a sound.
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