suicide at the wishing well
torn apart by words sincere
this my most fiery hell
echoing in silent pastels
past several new frontiers
suicide at the wishing well
quiet like the young gazelle,
harness the red visions that appear
this my most fiery hell
into step, into line I fell
the execration is all I hear
suicide at the wishing well
the idea of bloodletting I repel,
falling into oblivion I must endear,
this my most fiery hell
in this madness, I scream and yell
facing all of my childhood fears
suicide at the wishing well
this my most fiery hell
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Such sadness. Self loathing is terrible, especially when you inflict it upon yourself unknowingly. What's that quote that goes, 'how can I go to hell when I'm already living it?'.
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