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DOWN

the piercing sound of screaming
in my pulsing mortal head
the pictures scrolling by
while i lay awake in bed

i pound my head in fury
the screaming just got louder
my boney fists do nothing
i feel i have no power

pick up a pair of scissors
and tear my sickly face
i wish to make it stop
now blood is what i taste

i stopped with all the scratching
there's nowhere i can run
just lay here in my bed
and think about that gun

the last thing i remember
was the redness of my brow
the bullet entered swiftly
but i dont remember how