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Dropping dotsI hear my nameSwinging past my earWhen my eyes openI see you near;A bottle of lighter gasStill ablaze within with acid - potYou pushed it in my mouthAnd before I knewI had a black outDripping perspiration My body covers with itHot and coldI feel like a candle litA never ending trail of paralysis The air around is spinningDelightfully I feel like dyingNobody ever talked about winningBut that was your living purpose Angry you made your wordsPulling at my life line cordsGreen pills, pink pillsYou had them allYour skin never wore wilts But your heart sure as hell displayed dirtLike your thoughts that echoed filth! Green men, blue menThey were all thereNever minding to sharewhat they wanted me to bare Heavy laid the burdensOf your fractured sense of selfI never felt compelled To have it my own wayDropping dots Slitting wristsThe silence echoed through out - A silent shoutWouldn’t bring me aroundGraveyards and musicWas the deliberate arrangement Occulted sacrificial was the organised bereavementThe slaughter of one selfFor the devil awaitingDropping dots Drinking wine andSleeping under the starsWith mangled mar.
