I can hear you mocking,
And now my door is locking.
This life is but a curse,
So please prepare my hearse.
Harness the gentlest horses,
To bury me with the corpses.
You burst through in a drunken fit,
Suddenly the truth is lit.
There is no mercy in life,
As displayed on the crimson knife.
Distantly, sirens are wailing,
But consciousness is failing.
So I whisper my prayers,
Though no one cares.
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