Numb

Suffer. Suffer. Scream in pain.
Blood is spilling from your brain.
Can you hear the dwindle drum?
Death you know is soon to come.
The world turns black and you feel faint.
Your blood does stick like paint.
Nothing matters any more
As you lay dead on the floor.

Suffer. Suffer. Scream in pain.
Blood seeps down the drain.
Though curiosity killed the cat,
It never did once come back.
As the world spins round and round,
You lay dead on the ground.
Now with me you must stay.
For you just couldn't keep away.

This poem is about: 
Our world

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