I am torn to shreds
Eyes glued to the floor
Neck tied with threads
Concept of death
I am choking
Please close my ears
All I hear is mocking

Hiding pain behind a blank face
I pretend to play dumb
Concept of death
Is my escape
I am tired of feeling numb

I like sinking
It's so silent
Nothing in me is get any violent
Just a big black patch on the moon
Concept of death
Hope I die soon.
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