A slip, a trip, a faint yipe of pain,
What doesn’t leave this world is left to remain.
A hole, a goal, stripped away.
Motionless and silent I am left here to lay.
The air, a care, a shed of a tear,
Leaving again with this hypnotic fear.
A twist, a fist, a burst of rage,
But still life turns another page,
A memory, a loss for me, a nothingness to feel so right,
No protection from this war, I seemed to have lost the fight.
A murder, a glinter, a special need in my way,
When death sees its self through, the price we have to pay
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