Doom and Gloom

by in the realm of Chaos   Apr 13, 2004


Slash your wrist.
Slash it more.
Squirm and twist.
Like before.

Grab a rope.
Shut the door.
Tie it tight.
Live no more.

Get the gun.
Cock it too.
Wait for me.
I'll shoot you.

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