I would stare into the ceiling as it was eaten by black,
Bleeding from heart ache life I now lack,
A tear slowly rolled down my cheek in the dark,
A knife by my side along with a note beside the arm mark,
It read a few words written uneasily,
"I loved my world the way it was and it died,
Right before my very eyes,
So maybe I should take the time to think but there's not much life left,
Or I could just wait slowly and come to meet my death."
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