I step out from the darkness
As I tease dark suicide
I have no desire
To run and to hide
I play with a blade
It slides across my wrist
The beautiful feel
Of the edges sweet kiss
The crimson red rivers
Create lakes upon the floor
The endless sensation
From when my skin tore
My adrenaline pumps
And the rush is great
But has my playtime
Decided my fate? My body starts to tremble
And I sway side to side
My playtime was the reason
That in tears I died
 
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