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Inky teardrops stain the page,
A room illuminated by rage,
A picture perfect memory of hope,
Shields you from the hanging rope,
Blood pours down from dusk to dawn,
Lost all hope from eve to morn,
Bright eyes belong to a cloaked figure,
Darkness causes the plants to wither,
Hanging down their petal painted head,
So, breath no more, become dead,
Closed eyes, hoping that no one leaves,
Piles of blankets hiding bloodied sleeves,
Kill me, kill me,
Whispered quietly,
The end has a grasp around my throat,
On the floor sits a dampened note,
I only want this and nothing more,
This won't fail just like before,
The slowing of my own heartbeat,
A smile for the end that I'll greet,
And finally, I'm swallowed by my end,
No longer do I have to pretend.