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Aug 2015
Combining in me is this false sense of security
Fatal attractions to the fetid flesh of the dead
Such aspirations have brought me to my own end
I lower my blood levels purity
Mixing with it chemicals bought from the street

Oh! What is with this sick obsession I have obtained?!
Oh! Why must I fantasize a grave stone barring my own name?!
Oh! Such a sordid love affair with my demise!!
Oh! To ****** thyself, death by suicide!!

I practice the act in such ways like self- mutilate
If God were to witness I'd be the focus of his holy hate
I'd inspire him to bring back the days his love was called wrath
I'll be the testament for which our free will is taken back

Oh! What is the problem that I have with life?!
Oh! Why must all my dreams end in suicide?!
Oh! I cannot wait for the day!!
Oh! When I am finally lowered into my grave!!

You are one shade less than perfect
You are nothing and you're worthless
You have given all that I need
But the one thing most precious I will not keep
Written by
Edgar E Tobias
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   A Wegner and Ekuu
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