Your Finale Draws Near

Blood soaked wrists

''I'm done''

 

Smoldering burns

"I'll stop, I swear''

 

Shallow holes on the out

Showing deeper ones on the in

''I won't anymore''

 

Empty promises

Destroy you

And your loved ones

 

Eventually

 

Living

You're done

You'll stop, I swear

You won't anymore

 

 

 

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