As tears stream down his face,
he shuts his eyes,
waiting to leave this place,
left in the dust for the flies.
The blade draws near,
brought in by his suffering and pain,
standing there with no fear,
with blood dripping from the vein.
He drops to the floor,
blood leaking out,
his life is no more,
and nothing to think about.
now theres blood instead of tears,
as he leaves his life behind,
the light disappears,
a life no longer confined.
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