Time

Time could run out,
It's a quarter to ten.
Put the blade away,
Take it back out again.

When the chimes go off,
Its ten on the dash.
I got two more hours,
I can make another slash.

Before I know it,
It's 5 to midnight.
I got 5 more minutes,
The time is just right.

The time is right now,
It's exactly perfect.
No longer going back,
No need to be nervous.

The clock now strikes midnight,
I can do no more self-harm.
I just lie here in a bed of blood,
Life wasn't my lucky charm.

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