A morose dog sits down by my side
We are both just wishing to die
And like a fishing net I cast upon this great divide
Like the canine, I want to eradicate my earthly belongings, and just be welcomed by the sky
Trust and believe I have slept in defeat
And my sorrow is relentless like rain
Just toss me in the back seat
Take my core and slain
Write it up
And just leave the knife
Hand me that instrument as if it were my death cup
And fuck, I didn't choose to be here; so why can't I take my own life?
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