Final Thought of Suicide - by Noctuary
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take it
take ti all
pull it
like a wolf from a trap
throw this dead thing to the vultures
leave this dead heart
and pull me from my sleep
hold it
hold it all
carrying th world in my back
slipping, sinking
into the dirt hole
made for me
numb
through and through
only imagination of pain wanted
only imagination of living needed
someone pull
me from this sleep
pull the daggers from my back
so many God betrayals
someone have mercy on this wretched creature
pull me from this mortal coil
will you the bullet its way home?
will you show it the way of mercy?
