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Rated: 18+ · Poetry · Death · #817583

The pain is more than I can bear.

Death Rides Tonight

The pain is more
than I can bear.
Knife in hand,
I watch the play
of light on its
gleaming blade
with disinterest.
No more will
emptiness haunt me.
I draw the sharp
edge across my
tender wrist.
Death rides tonight.
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