Let Death Permit


Here one minute
gone the next
let death permit

my life has no benefit
just one text
a nerve is hit

I am a misfit
what is next
I am split

I feel like a counterfeit
why this text
I am so unfit

I am in a pit
there is no next
my candle is not lit

this is definite
my final text
my life I omit
my wrists I slit

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