Suicide 1 (working title)

You come for my acquaintance
And you come for my torture
Yet all that I ask
Is to get my departure

Solace has bloomed
And the steam won't rise
Leaves the victim on their knees
Then struck, paralyzed

One of us must go
I don't care which one
As one's eyes are closed
Through the moon and the sun

The black blanket swallows
They'll be nowhere to see
As the time takes its toll
Your demise I will seek

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poem by Sergio Censored
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