Puncture a hole through me

With the sharpest knives

And about the pain don't worry

There will be more fulfilling lives
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Rip my skin off leaving but a slowly

Beating heart,

Pardon the hardening of my teeth

As they grow numb and hard
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My heart slithers in my chest

It pulses with worry and something

I cannot know, nor name

I see shadows floating above me

It drives me insane
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Metallic, bitter tastes replace sweet,

A buzz in the skull causes me to weep

Shivers and beats, become a somber

Set of melodies

Is it death?

If it is I am ready.
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