January 4, 2010
Empty and broken, viewing life as another lost token.

Wishing to be gone, knowing that it won’t be long.

Simple items taken in haste, shattered soul put to waste.

Falling into the abyss, there won’t be much to miss.

Blackness surrounding my mind, harshest death the coldest of kinds.

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