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872 · Aug 2016
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At dusk
At dusk, Ill take off my mask
At dusk, ill pull out my flask
At dusk, ill take out that razor
At dusk, ill say my last prayer.
Once in for all, ill be gone.
Once in for all, ill be gone.
Ill lay on my bed silent and still
you will see me and get and uninviting chill.
At my funeral you will fit in
with all the people who lie and say they never came across my sin.
You will say you cared and be on your way
you will sleep well at night, and greet tomorrow as a regular day.
but
at dusk, you will feel my pain
at dusk, it will start to rain
the last drop that will fall
for now you are my doll.
At dusk we will play.
And greet tomorrow like another day.

— The End —