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Description
Dieing slowly in the lengthly night,
Dreaming woosily of a bright light.
What the end of the tunnel holds no one knows,
Except for this sleepy dreamer as she dozed.
She wanted to find out so badly so now away she goes,
Down the tunneled cut short by death,
It is also shortening her breath.
She didn't like reality she longed for a myth,
So the strings were cut she was held with.
She now thinks about what the neighbors will say,
But knows she won't hear about it tommorow or another day.
The slits and the scared skin now burned like lemon on a cut,
And many times tonight she lost her gut,
But by that time she knew she'd have to go through with it.
The warm sheets from where she once did sit,
Are soaked through with drying blood.
Unwashable like a childrens play clothes covered in mud,
And lonely and deserted on the bed,
She smiles at the colorful visions playing in her head.

Description
Dieing slowly in the lengthly night,
Dreaming woosily of a bright light.
What the end of the tunnel holds no one knows,
Except for this sleepy dreamer as she dozed.
She wanted to find out so badly so now away she goes,
Down the tunneled cut short by death,
It is also shortening her breath.
She didn't like reality she longed for a myth,
So the strings were cut she was held with.
She now thinks about what the neighbors will say,
But knows she won't hear about it tommorow or another day.
The slits and the scared skin now burned like lemon on a cut,
And many times tonight she lost her gut,
But by that time she knew she'd have to go through with it.
The warm sheets from where she once did sit,
Are soaked through with drying blood.
Unwashable like a childrens play clothes covered in mud,
And lonely and deserted on the bed,
She smiles at the colorful visions playing in her head.