Untimely Death
This is how I imagine death would be, if you keep cutting yourself.
My blood slowly turns cold
As my life drips away,
Minute by minute
I feel the pain.
Lying on the ground
As I take my last look around,
Everything becomes hazy
As my vision starts to fade,
Now this is my last breath
From this untimely death.
As my life drips away,
Minute by minute
I feel the pain.
Lying on the ground
As I take my last look around,
Everything becomes hazy
As my vision starts to fade,
Now this is my last breath
From this untimely death.
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