Die
Your timeline is close to your grave
It's soon time for your flesh to decay
I hear screams outside my screens
And I'm feeling scared of homicidal means
I'm scared of my demons and suicidal thoughts
Out of my skin ascends bloody dots
Out of life descends bloody corpses
No one can find the fatal source to disorders
No more sympathy for undeserving souls
Who can't stand up to the words that they told
Cowardice is your only definition
Why isn't self-harm your unhealthy addiction?
Copyright © Kevin Crossed | Year Posted 2017
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