The funeral march has begun,
Where am I? What have I done?
There are loved ones tears,
And young ones fears...
But my name's upon the stone engraved,
There's no way now I can be saved.
My lifeless head move, I see,
My wrist's slit and just by me.
I realise I've caused much pain,
My mumma screaming out my name.
In my head a wisdom of years,
A vision of life when death apears.
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