Some say the world will end in fire,
Some say in ice.
From what I've tasted of desire
I hold with those who favor fire.
But if it had to perish twice,
I think I know enough of hate
To say that for destruction ice
Is also great
And would suffice.
Shadowy figures all around me,
I can't see the faces that won't let me be,
Soft voices whispering to me about what I should do.
They guide me to the cabinet full of pills and razor-blades,
They tell me there is a better place to go to...
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