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A gun screams out in the dead of night
I feel my heart fill with delight
Blood brains splatter the wall
I hear my mothers screams down the hall
I leave this world now a ghost
My body is no longer my host

The knife slips
Blood drips
I strip the vein
I have nothing left to gain

Sweet Beautiful pills
It gives my chills
Pop...pop....pop...
Drop...
I hit the pine
Flatline

I leave this life
It matters not whether by gun or knife
I am set free tonight
Please feel no fright

...In memory of Julia