One last thing before I quit.
I would like to end in guilt.
All my sorrow, all my shame.
I rather not die in vain.
Torn apart by all my deeds.
Tear every orifice as I bleed.
As my memories pass me by.
This might be my last goodbye.
I remember everything.
Yet of this wasted life, I am the only king.
Surrounded by those that love.
But nowhere near the one I love.
If I could commit just one last sin.
I would love to finally win.
Attain the love I've never won.
Then my life is finally done.
Nov 4, 2013
Nov 4, 2013 at 1:22 AM UTC
One last thing before I quit.
I would like to end in guilt.
All my sorrow, all my shame.
I rather not die in vain.
Torn apart by all my deeds.
Tear every orifice as I bleed.
As my memories pass me by.
This might be my last goodbye.
I remember everything.
Yet of this wasted life, I am the only king.
Surrounded by those that love.
But nowhere near the one I love.
If I could commit just one last sin.
I would love to finally win.
Attain the love I've never won.
Then my life is finally done.
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