Moonlight beats on bare skin,
Pale and brusied,
Inside his mind,
A wounded home,
Walls writen by the pain,
Stained with his blood,
Bullet in the head,
An unwanted place where he stands,
ALONE,
Slowly he breths in the posion,
As the razor hits the floor,
Just trying to make the hate fly away,
Still seem to be drowned by your,
LIES!!
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