every night i cry i whont to die. your never there to ease my pain, i know you think im sane. it is at night i go for the knife. smooth and shiny, sharp and slik. make it painful but make it quick.i hate my life i always fight. i always cry i whont to die.in death i can only find happyness. so i grab the knife in the night, i use the kife you found. i cut myself and wach the blood hit the ground.
dead in the lives of others.
im hated by every ones mothers.
for i creap in to your room to suck
you dry. i take your sole and make you mine.
come with me for i am your saveor.
your life is mine to take. i am death for you and every one you love. there is no escap.
exept your fate and i will make you great.
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