Death becomes By Dramatizer
Death has become me I say to myself I think about it all day I sleep with it at night I want to take a life But all I do is say no How in the hell Does that stop me From committing a crime I want to take a life But maybe Ill just take mine Because I am a waste of space And everyone wants me to die I want to take a life But am not for sure Whose life I want To stop by my hands I know I should not do that But the urge is so tempting That I think I may do it tonight I want to take a life I think I will use this knife For my dread of symbolic hatred I will not feel sorry For the poor sap That I kill I want to take a life And that is all I have to say
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