coming back
when others would cry
i try
to look into the eyes of Death
waiting to leave to the Underworld
but Death seems so distant
i never feel the stale steem
nor do i ever reach the iron gates of Hell
suddenly i feel a dagger piercing my skin
going in
this isnt a dagger
life is getting put back into my black lifeless heart
back to the land of the living
im given a second chanceto ruin it again
to make mistakes and hurt the people around me
why cant Death see
i dont want to be me
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