Death by and by with Me
Suicidal Thoughts
Eyes as red as roses
Watered by the sea
Grey as 50 shades
Crows chirp at thee
Pulses stopped
The soul freed
Death by and by with me
Cuts in patterns
Designed by grief
Hanging ropes
Swing and swing
Poison sits
And fills with glee
Death by and by with me
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