My end.

August 23, 2008
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I sit here,
In my grave to be,
And watch the horrors in front of me.

The bloody candles,
Of my time,
Have turned to a disgusting slime.

In my mouth,
Only one thing I can taste,
The feeling of the end is haste.

My end is near.

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