It brings me no comfort
It brings me no joy
Seems in my life
I'm only a toy
Visions I see
All one too many
Red crosses sliced skin
Criss-crossed and veiny
I won't fight to live
I promise I will not
The struggle's too tough
Choose my path of death, maybe get shot
If it should happen I die
Rejoice shall I
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