My life is full of lines
Sweeping and dripping
Cris crossing my pain
Ripping and sweeping

My life is full of burns
The surcease of all pain
Fading to scars
Displaced torment is my gain

My life is slowly bleeding
Holding tightly to my smile
With every moment shed
The lines increase all the while.

My life is slowly ending
Each second closer to the curtain
Of this.....i am......certain.......

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