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poision in its little vial,

moves to slow for my design.

the bladed toy is much to quick,

for any lesson to surely stick.

the bullet comes at high expense,

the search for ammo makes no sense.

the loaded noose needs a fall,

but it wont work when i am tall.

instead i sit here and contemplate,

the road i follow and my fate.

slit my throat,

i'mm filled with rage.

my own life,

is my own cage.

its not emo,

its the truth.

my self loathing,

is its root.

no i dont care,

if i die.

this loan fact,

is no surprise.

a cold steel blade,

is my release.

from a life,

that has no peace.