So Many things I dread
Even during the day
My head is filled with lead
I might as well been born dead
Since my first beginning in May
But they allowed me to live instead
I lay in my nail bed
Listening to the withering walls say
"Why don't you go on ahead?"
Bittersweet memories bang through my head
Reminding me why I should've never stayed
Must I remain with the rotting undead
My father once said,
"they drowned you morbidly by the bay."
That explains the mark engraved
The sky appears dead
Coated with streaks of gray
I end the madness with a bullet to the head
A deep blood red, I dyed the sky
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