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This time
Before the
End reminds me
What to do
Before I'm dead
Memories
And pictures
Running through
My head

It reminds me
What to do
Before I'm dead
It reminds me
To see you
to touch you
To kiss you
To hold you
While you're
Still not dead

Memories of
The dying
And deceased
Keeps haunting
Me of the
Living
As quivering lips
Can ignore
But can't
Hide their
Secrets

All it takes is a push
A budge
A demon
As defying
As some stand
Always
Shooting
Out demands
Tell me
Where do you
Go when darkness
Comes
Do you run
Or do you stand?

Thoughts of
Suicide
Often run
Through my head
Reminding me
I'm sill not
Dead
The open cuts
Just dripping
With blood
On the floor
Causing me anguish
Physically
Disabling the
Use of my hands
Telling me
I'm still alive
And that
I'm not
Dying today

Vengeance of suicide
I need another
Way to die maybe
Not too painful but just
Right.....

Visions in my dreams
Telling me
Things to do
Before I'm
Deceased
Why leave
This world
Without
Bringing
A few things
To take
With me

Waiting for
The right
Weapons
To obliterate
My enemies
And rid the
World of
My black
Deeds
Tell me what
I need
Going through
The pages
Of my dark
Black book
Complementing
The darkness
And coldness
In my heart
Deleterious to
All who are
Marked with
The symbol of greed

As the rust of dirty
Nails
Bind both
Heaven and
Hell
It concusses
Others to a dark
Illusion
Sending them
To their world of confusion

Too many people
Are alive
That deserve to
Die
Have to
Find my
Knives and guns
To bring
Them to
Their
Destiny
Make sure all
The murders
Trace back to me
Cause by
The time
They find me
I'll already
Be dead

Death is adinfintun
And so is murder
Blood spilled
On the bed
Dug up earth
Headstones
And too many
Body bags
To bury
The stench
Of the grave
Is bothering
My nose
And sticking to
My clothes
The sweat
Dripping
Off my chin
The dirt
Defining the
Beauty and
Grace of murder

Before I'm dead
It reminds me
To see you
to touch you
To kiss you
To hold you
While you're
Still not dead

-Dark Princess

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