Satisfaction

Dying, that's what it is

Every breath you take

Leads you closer to death

You lay on your bed

Blood dripping down your wrist

Creating your pool of satisfaction

Dying, that's what you're doing

Slowly throwing your life away

Digging your soul into the pits of hell

You lived you life the most you could but

Dead is what you are

I hope you're satisfied

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