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Oct 2010
oh sweet death
salvation in ending it all
sour loneliness
dead and alone is how we all will be someday
no matter how much you sacrifice
no matter how much you love
it's all fodder in the end

my ribs have been protruding as of late
my sleep is pitiful, as is my food intake
but my life has eaten itself inside out
and now i can't seem to grasp the ******
spinning around about to puke
someone stop me
i can't handle this carousel
of being all grown and alone
oh baby, you gotta get me outta this place
it's not healthy, i know
but the unhealthy things
are the one's that make me the feel the most alive

if i disintigrated into thin air
no death, no burial
would anyone notice, would anyone care?
but why am i asking myself?
i could care less
so why shouldn't anyone else?
oh, bitterness
if only you came 'round less
or atleast at the times
when i can figure out rhymes
that are much more meaningful
than the trite that i write
oh, someone, save us all

that someone
the hero
has never and will never exist
we're all our worst enemies
and there's nothing we can do
but smile and say cheese
here's your free picture
courtesy of the gates of hell
so enjoy your eternal burning
and never regret
and never look back
look ahead to your life and don't fret
there's peace in the firey assurance
knowing your in stable hands
stable, ****** hands
John
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John  28/M/New York
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