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The light will stop shining,

And we will be here to witness,

Life is an incurable disease,

A wound that never heals.

The vertical line on my arm,

The sharp blade in my hand,

I am the anguish servant,

Surrendering to the dark.

Isolated, just like my creator.

In crumbs, pleading for peace, receiving pain.

Shaken, stabbing my chest in tears.

Never understood, giving my last breath.

My last blink.

Isolated, just like my creator.

In crumbs, pleading for peace, receiving pain.

Shaken, stabbing my chest in tears.

Never understood, giving my last breath.

My last blink.