‘The pen is mightier than the sword’
But right now I’d kill for a mighty blade
A cool slice of iron on the peach of my skin
A sweet release from the hell I’ve been living
And as night falls, and I begin to fall myself
I ponder the thought of not awaking
For living alone is as bad as you make it,
And I am generating another level of hell.
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