Hearing The Words Of My Tormentors

Leaping. Falling. Bounding.
The sounds of the dark are calling.
The razor blade taunting me.
The noose seeing what I can see.

Slicing. Hiding. Bleeding.
The kisses of death are competing.
The pills of white tempting me
The needles singing of destiny.

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